maybe it's all the books... or an awakening

As of lately, I have been having a lot of dreams/flash backs to different times. It could be the books that I am reading that are bringing things that I have kept hidden to the surface. It could be the direction my life has taken (what a great direction it's been). It could be just me going deeper into my core, my soul, myself in order to figure out where I've been, whose been there, what's happened. This whole new experience could be something that has been coming for a long time, but it's just now hit me because I am finally in a place where I am exceedingly happy and open to whatever the universe needs to throw at me.

Last night was an interesting night. I went to bed at 10 pm, and woke up at 1 am after having a dream. A good dream, that's for sure, but I don't even know if it was a dream, or a premonition from the past. It felt so real, so familiar, like I had been there and heard the words before. I then woke up at 3, again after a dream, which I cannot remember. I woke up at 4 and then again at 6. I finally woke up at 7 because there was a knocking on our roof. Can I just say that this happens a lot and it always wakes us up and we start our day. I for sure see it as being a sign to wake up and start our day, but sometimes, I try so hard to ignore it. And when that happens, it becomes more consistent and more loud. What's interesting is that while we were taking a shower this morning, beloved woke up at the exact same times I did throughout this morning. He also heard the knocking on the roof at 7.

This morning was the first time in the past couple days that I have actually dreamt, or rather, remembered my dreams. I have been sick since Thursday, so I have been sleeping for 13-14 hours a night, but I think my body has been so busy trying to kill this head cold, that it hasn't had time to fully relax and let me enter sleep state. So it was nice to have these dreams today, and to know that I remembered some of them. And that they could easily be past lives, past realities... that they may not be dreams, but to remember what's happened in the past, who was there, and what was said. It took me awhile to finally remember the main dream, but once I did, it came back in full, colourful detail.