Dreams

Not too long ago I was realizing that I don't remember my dreams anymore. I used to have very fun and cinematic dreams that I would recount the next day for the entertainment of my audience. It's been years and years since I had an interesting dream to talk about.

Until last weekend.

I dreamed that I was having lunch or a meeting or something with Hillary and Bill Clinton, and at one point had to excuse myself to go meet Jimmy Carter.

Last night I awoke after a disturbing dream. I was arranging flowers in the back of a van. The van started to roll slowly and after some panic I managed to get out of the van before it rolled into the water. When I stood on the edge of the water, I could see rows and rows of faces staring back at me from under the water, as if they were seated on bleachers or something. Their hair and heads were moving with the rythm of the water. It was very clear. In the dream, I was upset by this so went back 'home', and tried to tell my father. He didn't hear me so I kept quiet until he asked me where the van was. (This 'father' didn't look like mine). I told him the van was in the water and about the people under the water. He and the other man rushed to get the van, and his last comment was "Do you think I paid enough for that rose?" (a reference to the flowers I was arranging). There are some details that are slipping away from me, like my brother was there, too, and he was doing something, but I just can't remember.

For the first one, Paul said it was probably my repressed Democratic side trying to get out. As far as last night's dream? Forget about it. I'm not even going there. Hopefully the picture I have in my head of all those faces looking back at me from under the water will fade in a few hours. That was just plain creepy.

Must get a move on here and head north. Not even looking forward to today and tomorrow.

My wish for you all today is that you find one great thing to laugh about, and you laugh so hard that you have to wipe tears from your eyes.

Peace