Moving Blogs, Prophetic Dreams and Giving my Keyboard a Real Workout

We've got lots of ground to cover this morning, so strap yourself in, grab a cup o' joe and hold on.

I tried to update my blog list yesterday, I hope I got everyone. I am hopelessly unorganized when it comes to keeping stuff like that up to date. If I missed anyone, let me know and I'll tend to it right away. I'm in the process of adding Blogroll, for some reason it didn't like my yahoo account and I never received the email to sign up, so there's been a slight delay.

You may also notice that I added one of those tacky little CBox thingies to the sidebar and that the Amazon ( along with poopie ) has already made her presence known there. I sat down last night and explained to her that I'd started a new blog and why. It was causing me entirely too much stress trying to "hide" the new space while we're sharing a computer and I missed letting her read the posts that I thought were funny. We had a long talk about giving the address to anyone with a connection to our town, although admittedly, she wasn't the problem, it was I who shared it with someone who later became a co-worker. I had registered the previous site with lists of blogs from my state also, which had led to some readers from a little too close to home. We live and learn :)

It never really concerned me that people near to me would ever stumble upon my writing, I didn't think anyone would read it at all. I have been pleasantly surprised by the response I've gotten, but it's time for me start using my noodle a bit more, using a little more caution. Some of you have asked if I wanted a link to this site added to your blogs and I've had to think about it a bit. I don't think there's any danger in it whatsoever, so for goodness sakes, feel free. "RH" will eventually be shut down for good, after I figure out what I'm going to do with the old posts. My gut won't let me delete them, but I don't think it would be wise to move them here. I'm open for suggestions.

The entire "new blog" process has been stressful because this online journaling, public whining and occasional story telling has become an important part of my life. I sat wringing my hands a great deal over it because I was afraid I'd lose readers, some of whom I consider close friends (you know who you are :) and I was almost more willing to take the chance that the wrong person would find "RH" than I was to risk losing track of good friends.

Okay, enough of that.... moving on.

I got up this morning at 8. It's unheard of for me to get up this early on a Sunday, but something nudged me out of bed. Well, that and there was a Chihuahuaranian tap dancing on my butt because he had to pee. I got up and let the midget dog out, then plopped down on the couch and started flipping channels. Remember my post about the old movie "Niagara"? Well, it was on again (on FMC), only this time, it was just coming on. Creepy. I watched the whole thing and there was a line that stuck with me. See, before when I saw the last half of the movie, I'd felt that the reason I had "seen" part of it before (in my head, you know.. a thingie) then seen that part of the movie was because someone I knew was going to be pushed "over the edge," figuratively of course. So this time, during the beginning of the movie, there's a line by a man who is, for lack of a better description, a little nuts. He says, "Love is like the falls. Have you ever seen the river above? It's calm. You can toss a log in there and it'll barely move, slowly drifting along with the slow current. Then it gets closer to the falls and it gets pulled in, dragged along against it's will until nothing can stop it from going over the edge."

Yeah, he actually said the words, "over the edge." I nearly crapped my granny panties. I know why this is happening. I know who it pertains to. I have no clue what I'm supposed to do about it, but I'm sure it will be shown to me. I had a dream about the person this entire Niagara, over the edge thing is about this morning, when I never have before. How weird is it that? I wake up with them on my mind and boom... there's that movie.

In the dream, I was in the city where the Amazon goes to college. This person and I both walk up to the front door of her dorm where she's sitting, I introduce them and we go inside. The dorm room is huge, nothing like her actual dorm, but that's how dreams usually are. We talked briefly, it seems there was a meal shared, with strained conversation. Then "the person" (I really despise being so farkin cryptic) got up and went to change into "work clothes", laid down next to a window and began talking very low and quiet about how depressed they were and all the problems they were having. They looked very small and weak, nothing like they normally do.

Dreams that mean something are rare. It takes time and practice learning to tell the difference between "just a dream" and one that has prophetic qualities (that sounds so drama queenish, sorry.) This dream was definitely the latter. In ways it frightens me, sometimes I feel like "the universe" has more faith in me than I do, giving me tasks I don't feel like I'm ready to handle. But I have faith. Everything happens for a reason. I've had to learn to trust that.

It's getting easier.