Buried Treasure

 It rained in the night. We had windows open on both sides of the room (because we refuse to give way to winter until absolutely forced to do so) and it was loud.

I dreamed our three granddaughters had dug up the patio and buried most of our silverware in the spoil heaps.

Not So Random Words Of Wisdom

Pain is unavoidable but suffering is optional.

First time I read this it was attributed to a Buddhist holy man; second time it was presented as something a Judaeo-Christian angel said in a vision to a guy who happened to be a Hindu- so it transcends cultures. 

When something like this transcends cultures I think it's likely to be true.

I forget when or where I read it first but it was recently. And it made an impression. Second time was this morning and I thought, "I'm clearly meant to take notice of this- so I'll write it down."

Foreshadowing

 I jotted down that dream about the grandkids digging up the patio and burying kitchenware because it was vivid- and seemed like it might mean something.

Weeeeelll…

I was talking to my daughter this afternoon and while we were on the phone Ivy and Clover were out in the garden making mud pies- and then Clover- to her mother's alarm- started running around with a kitchen knife.

Was the dream a sort of cockamamie foreshadowing of things that hadn't happened yet- of the kind J.H. Dunne writes about in An Experiment with Time? Most of Dunne's instances were equally inconsequential. 

I rather think so. And to make the whole thing all the more timey-wimey it so happens the conversation my daughter and I were having was all to do with prediction and prophecy.