I’ve had a number of vivid dreams the past few nights. Two nights ago, I was wandering around with some hobbits. It’s no wonder seeing as I’m finishing off The Lord of the Rings before I go to sleep. I don’t think I was a hobbit in my dream, but I was just with them. Although it was a vivid dream, it was non-specific. It was night and we were traveling by a forest. I’m sure we were heading back to the Shire, because that’s where I am in the book and because it wasn’t a fear filled dream. Too bad there were none of the hearty hobbit meals that they like to often stop for.

Last night I dreamt that Jenn and I were renting two other places, in addition to our apartment on Hazel St. One of the places we were renting was a small brick bungalow a few blocks south of where we live now. We were at the small house, walking through it, and I thought to myself, “Why don’t we live here instead?” The owner was an older lady who left much of her possessions in the house. The dining room table was set and her books were in her bookshelf. I noticed one book and the cover reminded me of another book I had recently dreamt about. I think it was from the same series—the series that I’m remembering/inventing in my dreams.