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Australia Day 2014

Yesterday was Australia Day, Jan 26th. Still a day of contention and BS. I’m not going to comment on any of that.
Each year at Kingston Beach – 30 mins north from us and 10 mins south from Hobart – they have the “Day on the Beach”.
Years ago it was all about the sand sculptures – which were amazing – now it’s a fun day out, beach cricket and volleyball, thong races (inflatable thongs, aka flip flops) with all the food, drinks and  entertainment you can poke a stick at.
Hubby wanted to go along this year and while interested I didn’t the idea of walking for miles after finding a car park. Problem solved.  Five kilometres up the road is the Sports Centre with oodles of parking. Bring in the double decker buses and for a small donation, park and ride with not traffic congestion.
In the end it was just myself and mr 9 who went.
I spent some time at the market along the road (gotta scout for prospective stall holders) while Mr 9 seemed happy to learn volleyball. And that’s where he spent most of the day. I had it easy.
Lots of pictures, met up with hubby and mr 14 who brought the bike for a spin, was sighted by, but missed meeting a fellow blogger and Hobartian (we’ve confirmed it was me she saw), got sunburnt, a long wait for the return bus, and finished off the day with a lovely bbq at my parents.

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Dreaming. What does it mean?


I read somewhere an eon ago that when we dream it is suggested we only see the faces of those that we have met or know.
How does this equate to our dreams of famous people then?

It was that time of the morning, just before your body knows its time to wake up. That semi conscious state – you know the one, you’re asleep but awake and wishing you were more asleep – that I was dreaming and the comment came to mind. (This is how my weird brain works) I was instantly awake to the point where I started thinking about it.
In this particular dream, there were lots of people and we were all in a room, seated, like a conference or something. Aside from three people (one next to, behind and across the room), no one had a face. The guy sitting next to me, a fellow blogger given by the name he gave me, only ever showed a leg or an arm, and all the others were blurred or I saw them from behind only.

Initially it was like I was in a dream, you know, where things seems to happen in a blurred slow motion with little or no noise, and then suddenly it kicked in. Noise very where, people chattering, chairs moving, food and drinks even…?

It was weird. I was carrying on conversations to actual people and yet never saw their faces, even though we were standing next to each other. Animated, full of detail, and yet no faces.

I have no idea what we talked about, and no idea what this means.
Then the alarm went off.
Oh yay, there it goes. Eyes snap open, the dream just a memory.
Everyone vanished and I was left, simply no where. Just awake. And alone, I couldn’t even tell hubby. But that’s beside the point.

Dreams and snoring. Connected. I wouldn’t have thought so. Again, something I’ve read, this time recently, says that those who snore don’t dream and vice versa.

Ha, really. Hubby swears he doesn’t dream. At least not ones he can remember I suppose. Plus, he tells me when he has a one, so I tend to believe it. Does he snore. On occasion. When he is exhausted, it is terrible, but otherwise just a gentle snore that is bearable.
Me. I don’t snore. How could you think such a thing?! Especially as I dream prolifically and with incredibly strange detail.

And what do our dreams really mean? Some say they are an extension of our subconscious, a replay of sorts of the day we had. I can agree with that sometimes. But my dreams are of the kind you want to hook me up and analyse them. And no they are not always dirty dreams of faceless men.
Do certain actions and items in our dreams mean things. Are they random bits of information that just get stuck together?
Dream interpretations and dream analysis sites are all over the Internet, and some of the answers are, interesting.
I didn’t try and figure mine out, but if you want to see what yours say about you, Google is available any time you want it.


Pictures courtesy of Google search for ‘dream clouds’

Have a great day.
Jen 🙂

Postcard Update!!

I finally took my camera with me to the post office. I don’t normally do this, but last week a couple of postcards arrived (from Texas and Indiana) and lucky for me, two more arrived this morning from Oregon.  I did say I would share those that arrived and also share the blog from whence they came.

The two from Oregon are not from a blogger but a good friend of mine – the one that took these amazing pictures when she was visiting last year.

Now, I’ve had to do a little searching around my blogspere to find links for the other two. One came along via my sister’s blog and… wait there while I keep looking …..there it is, from the same comment thread on the orignal post.
The one from Texas cam from Alex while the second was from Zannyro



And check out this cool stamp! I’ve not seen a round stamp before, I think Australia needs one like this.  (excuse the blutac)


Have a great day and please share and send more postcards 🙂
(original post here) and I think a map of the world showing where you’ve all come from at some stage too.