Those Family Vacations

Last night, I remembered my dream for the first time in what seems to be weeks. I miss remembering my dreams - I used to remember them vividly almost every other night but they died down in the last couple of years. Anyhow, I dreamt that I was living in the house I grew up in, and the family is preparing to go on a vacation with my aunt’s family. Some kind of camping / roadtrip. 

It was morning and we were all packing, the front door is open and sunlight was coming through; I can see from the staircase where I was sitting that the sky was crisp and blue outside. It was warm, felt like the beginning of summer. There was a lot of traffic in and out the door, people putting things in the car trunks. There is just a kind of excitement in the air about the journey and the day that was ahead of us. Felt so optimistic. 

It blended a number of nice memories - memories of being young and carefree, the old big house I grew up in and really liked, going to a trip, being surrounded by family, the beginning of summer, warm weather. 

I wonder if people who win lottery or make it big, sometimes go and buy back the old house they grew up in, just for kicks?