Things that make me go hmmmm....

So last night I had a really odd dream. Odd in that in some ways it wasn't odd - it was a fairly normal thing for your average person. I dreamt that I had dinner at with my dad. Nothing odd about the dinner - we weren't eating anything terribly strange, and neither of us had two heads or anything, Lincoln wasn't our waiter. It was odd because I've not seen my dad for 27 years - my parents separated when I was 2 and the last time I saw him I was 11 years old (prior to that we didn't have regular visitations even). Dr. M. said that dreams usually stem from something that happened in the last 24-48 hours. I found it interesting that just the other day, I had mentioned him in my blog (about him giving me my first poncho). Really, that is the only time I've even thought about him in the last oh, I don't know?? 6 months at least. I really don't think about him. He is too much like a stranger to me. Why would you think about a stranger? Typically you don't, and I don't.

But the dream does have me now wondering, where he is? what he's doing? if I have any other brothers or sisters? how odd it would be to find out that I had brothers or sisters that I never knew about. I don't think that it would really change my family - my family is made up of more than just genetics - but I still am curious about it all - much like an adopted child wonders about their birth parents.

Oh yeah, and tomorrow is International Day of Peace -- so Peace! Namaste!