Category Archives: Dreams

What will 2014 bring?

Happy New Year to all my blog followers and those that just drop by once in a while. It has been quite a year. I officially went self-hosted, naming my blog AlwaysARedhead. As I say on my about page, I was born a redhead, but now I have to pay for it. The day I was born, I was born with loads of strength in me and red hair. Though my body now hates me, I find strength in my red roots. Strength comes in many different forms, mine doesn’t come from the muscles in my body nor from anyone else, mine comes from my mind – my roots. If I believe it will happen, than it will.

My goals for 2014 are the usual: lose weight, eat healthier, etc., and

  • Finish my Peacock cross-stitch I started twenty-years ago (long story),
  • Start the Lion cross-stitch I received for my thirtieth birthday,
  • Work on the novel I would love to write,
  • Relearn how to speak French,
  • and ultimately

  • Visit the Twitter friends that have become real friends, though this last one may take a few years to accomplish.

Here’s hoping all your dreams come true in 2014.

Looking for my dreams

Looking for my dreams

Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo

Nighttime

After about two hours of sleep last night, I was woken up because of a nightmare. It was a horrible dream, and since my eldest daughter was still awake I thought I would tell her, hoping it would make me feel better. We chatted and dissected the nightmare, determining I only had all these thoughts and images because of a movie we had seen earlier in the evening. Then she said “mom, why didn’t you say “Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo” when you woke up?”. Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo? I asked her what on earth was she talking about? She responded, “don’t you remember?”. “Remember what?”. Then she told me the story of when she was a little girl and had a bad dream, I would tell her to say “Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo” and all the bad thoughts would fly away. I asked her if it worked. Well, she said, “I would keep saying it over and over again until I fell asleep”. I laughed, ah, just like counting sheep then. “Yes mom, just like counting sheep”.

After we both had a good giggle, and I was just about to go back to bed, the eldest daughter added “you know mom, I still say “Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo” after a bad dream”. I smiled at her and off to bed I went reciting “Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo”.

How do you deal with your child’s nightmare’s and does it work?