There are a number of movies that I have liked more that others.  “What Dreams May Come” is one of those movies.

A beautiful movie about how love can transcend death.  Something that gave me hope as my last marriage crashed and burned.

Another of my favorite movies is “Inception”.

And yet again, another movie about one persons love for another.  You would think that there is a theme going on here, but I really don’t think so.

Dreams are on my mind today because of a strange one that I had last night.  My Mothers family has a reunion every year in August.  In my dream I was attending this reunion at what was supposed to be a relatives house, though in the dream the house was laid out like a weird restaurant.

That is pretty normal until upon entering the house I was presented with one of my cousins sitting morosely at a table.  This particular cousin is one of the more positive people that I know.  And in my dream he was definitely not happy.

There was a field, like a ball field outside and to the rear of the house.  In the field was a covered pavilion, which was very lucky as it started raining as soon as I went out to the field to get a drink.  Oh, did I forget to mention that the drinks were out in the field?  In coolers, that had been put into holes that had been dug into the field.  And with it raining, they were now filling up with water.

And then I woke up.

Dreams.  Interesting pieces of our sub-conscious scratching, and clawing their way to be acknowledged.