In our new home we seem to have an adjusted rhythm to our day. It's warm and sunny in Brisbane (if you ignore today's drizzle), so I get up early, anywhere between 4:30 and 5:30am. Brisbane also seems to be a healthier city - in the mornings you see a constant whirl of cyclists and in the evenings everyone is out for a run. It's also culturally essential to join your local gym.
The cold winters of Yass were more encouraging of hot chocolates and an extra layer of fat (just to keep warm, mind you), so we have also started having a workout every day. This means by early evening we're all ready to crash and when we sleep we sleep goooood. Quality sleep is also good for dreaming, and for recalling dreams the next day. I though the girls and I could use them as writing prompts for short stories.
Our new house was situated on an island with only one road in and out. That flooded and we had to get ready incase our home also flooded. The kids, dogs and I sat up on the roof - mind you at this stage our street had not even flooded, let alone the two story house.
Grandma came to visit. She did not warn us she was coming, nor did she knock, she just quietly let herself in and waited by Emily's bed until she woke up (this would be considered a scary dream).
There was a terrorist planting bombs in Brisbane. Hard to spot, he was dressed in a giant squirrel costume.
The next day it poured and our street looked like this:
Later, Grandma called Emily for our new address. We are keeping a keen eye out for a giant squirrel.
Here's some previous posts on ways to record, remember and reuse your dreams: