Strange summer and vivid dreams

Well, summer is almost over and we just survived hurricane Dorian.  We fared ok losing power for about a day.  One of our tall poplar trees split and we had to have someone come take it down, but overall, not much damage at our place.

It was an unusual summer all around as the entire family struggled to find our new normal.  At first I did not think that we did much as we had little to no energy for most of the summer, but, upon reflection, I began thinking of everything we did this summer to take our mind off of heavier things.

• We went to see Martin Sexton at Harmony House where Vicki bought me his album and I heard his song "over my head" which struck a chord with me.  He also sang a song about his estranged son who he hoped he could reconcile with someday which also hit a nerve.
• We hosted our annual Canada Party as we figured we wanted to keep the tradition going and skipping a year would just put off the inevitable.  Lorri and Leonard won the washers tournament this year and Bob and Wade did not make it over this year.
• Both Cheryl and I took lots of time off this summer, but we did not travel much.  We did a lot of walks on beaches and took Molly to Argyle shore quite a bit.
• We made it to Greenwich beach and walked the floating bridge
• We ate at Point Prim Chowder House
• We hosted Cynthia & Ross
• Erin & Seb made it down
• Re-connected with Greg Pineo & Sean Nason, albeit under tough circumstances.
• We ate at Glasgow Glen pizza and sat on the beach drinking wine and eating pizza
• We spent several evenings on Lorri & Leonard's boat hanging with friends
• Cheryl and Vicki and Audrey went to see Patrick Ledwell's show

I have also been having very vivid dreams over the summer and I have been trying to figure them out.  I am no dream analyst, but I have a theory.  Three of my most vivid dreams so far are:

1. Dreaming that I wrote a short story that was very chaotic and involved a security guard monitoring a series of screens and he ends up getting lost trying to find a room on a screen he does not recognize.
2. Walking with the family and our suitcases through a large building trying to find our car.  We go down various hallways and rooms and seem to walk forever.
3. Performing in a play where I can't remember my lines and can't find my props just minutes before going on stage.

I see these dreams as my subconscious trying to reconcile all of the chaos in my current world.  I feel helpless and confused while trying to protect my family and wandering around in an endless loop without finding closure or any solutions.

Ok... enough over-analyzing.  Hoping the fall will bring a bit more control and some peace.