Wednesday, April 08, 2009


I dreamt about home last night. Home as in my home town in South Africa. Only, it wasn't really my home town - it looked completely different - but I knew I was home because it felt like home and I knew where everything was. Plus, I knew it wasn't Ireland because the sun was shining and it was warm.
I've dreamt of that place before, the same as it was in my dream. It must be the way my brain has put images and scenes from home together in my head. There is a long promenade running along the beachfront, lined with seafood restaurants, bars and caf├ęs. Further out there is a big cliff overlooking the sea, where I like to park the car and take photographs of the sunset; from there I can look down and see a large cultivated park where people walked their dogs and take their children to play. Further inland dense green bush hides camping grounds and game farms; places people go for long weekends, reached by red-gravel roads.
In my dream I didn't want to leave but I had to; I guess you don't have to be Freud to figure this one out..!


angel said...

Aw sweet... So when will you be able to visit again?

Jax said...

Never say never. Life is full of surprises...who knows what might happen in the future.

BazL said...

Then just come home. It's as easy as that! If we can do it so can you babe.

Terri said...

Angel - Not for a while I'm afraid. I was there in December; that will have to keep me going for a while.

Jax - I'd be the last one to say 'Never'. Except to say that you Never know what the future may hold ;-)

BazL - Simple, maybe, but easy? Not so much. I think it's probably easier for those who never left. I've had a taste of how life can be, so now it's not so easy to go back to the way it was. Even more so considering how things have changed in the last 8 years; the 'home' in my dreams just doesn't exist anymore.