{"id":1049,"date":"2008-07-14T09:36:14","date_gmt":"2008-07-14T13:36:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.forgetful.ca\/?p=1049"},"modified":"2008-07-14T09:36:14","modified_gmt":"2008-07-14T13:36:14","slug":"dream-a-little-dream","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/?p=1049","title":{"rendered":"Dream a little dream."},"content":{"rendered":"

I dream.\u00a0 Not everyone does, or at least they claim not to because they don’t remember the dreams they had by the time they wake up.\u00a0 Not me.\u00a0 I dream.\u00a0 I dream hard and loud and colourful and brilliant.\u00a0 And often.\u00a0 And what feels like all night long.\u00a0 I always have.<\/p>\n

So when Jaia was born, I often wondered if babies dream, and if so, what they dream of.\u00a0 Especially when they are very tiny.\u00a0<\/p>\n

As Jaia gets older and wiser and has some experiences under her belt, I assumed that she must be dreaming of ‘things’, but had no confirmation until last night.<\/p>\n

Let me backtrack for a second here.\u00a0 When we were in Saskatchewan, we discovered something about Jaia that we didn’t know.\u00a0 She loves to go on the swings.\u00a0 It must be something she’s grown to love since going to daycare, because quite frankly, we haven’t spent that much time at the park.\u00a0 The closest one to us at our old house wasn’t really that close, so since she’s been of the age to enjoy it, we haven’t really gone.<\/p>\n

In Saskatchewan, the trailer we were staying in AND the cabin on Clearwater Lake had swingsets right beside them.\u00a0 When she first laid eyes on them she started saying “weeeee”.\u00a0 We were confused.\u00a0 What on earth is a “weeee”?\u00a0 (The Nintendo Wii crossed our minds, but no, probably not).\u00a0 Then as we approached the swings, she started repeating it over and over.\u00a0 She calls the swing the ‘weeee’, as in she goes “WEEEEEE” when flying up in the air in the swing.<\/p>\n

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Hilarious.\u00a0 By the end of the week she was waking up in the morning and immediately pointing to the door saying “weeeee”, not wanting anything to do with breakfast, a diaper change, a clothes change.\u00a0 She had a one-track mind and she had us all saying “weeee” as she dragged us over, holding us by a finger in the direction of the swingset.<\/p>\n

So last night, Jaia woke up in the middle of the night calling for us.\u00a0 This is not a surprise as in the last two weeks we’ve ripped her from her crib, plopped her in a giant bed and then moved it to a new and very unfamiliar room.\u00a0 So when she called out I went in to make sure she was ok and decided to lay down with her until she fell back to sleep.\u00a0<\/p>\n

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My alterior motive was to get a bit of shut-eye on a bed, since Dan and I have been sleeping on our camping mattresses on the floor for a couple of nights.\u00a0 They are unbearable, but I do miss my bed.\u00a0 So the chance to spend a few hours sleeping on Jaia’s brand-spanking new mattresses seemed like an excellent idea at 3:00 am.<\/p>\n

After laying there for a few minutes and just starting to drift off, Jaia suddenly shouts, “WEEEEE” in her sleep.\u00a0 I’m serious.\u00a0 She made me laugh out loud.<\/p>\n

So, my original question is finally answered.\u00a0\u00a0Jaia does dream, of wonderful things.\u00a0 I just hope that’s always the way.<\/p>\n

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I dream.\u00a0 Not everyone does, or at least they claim not to because they don’t remember the dreams they had by the time they wake up.\u00a0 Not me.\u00a0 I dream.\u00a0 I dream hard and loud and colourful and brilliant.\u00a0 And often.\u00a0 And what feels like all night long.\u00a0 I always have. So when Jaia was […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0},"categories":[26,29,37],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1049"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1049"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1049\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1049"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1049"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1049"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}