Not That it Means Anything
But on the other hand if I waited until later to mention it, it might sound like a writerly touch. So:
Last night I dreamt about a flood that went all the way up to the second floor windows, which, considering we live on a little hill, is some flood. Big, loud flood which didn’t damage the house or anything else, but had changed the landscape once I opened the door and went outside.
And because there’s some part of me that always knows I’m dreaming, in my dream, I went, oh, come on. Because, really. The last time I had a dream with such obvious symbolism in it was just before my daughter was born.
It doesn’t mean anything. It just shows where my brain is at right now. Just thought I’d toss that out there before the returns start coming in.