So, I love dreams. Maybe a bit flaky of me, but I can't help it. Anytime I have a vivid dream I spend the day reliving it, either because it was prompted by something that is worrying me or I want to figure out why this came out of my subconscious.
I had an easy one last night. I was walking across campus (KSU of course) and my dress kept getting caught by the wind and flying over my head exposing my legs and undergarments. I kept forgetting to hold my skirt down and so it kept happening.
Easy explanation. It has been ridiculously windy here (ok it's always windy so there isn't anything ridiculous about it) and so as someone who has to walk outside to get to hearings in different buildings I am always grabbing my skirt to keep it from flying up. I slept with my window open so I probably felt the wind in my sleep.
So today, I am wearing my beautiful silk wrap around skirt with which I must be especially vigilant to keep it from launching away from my body. I realize walking to the courthouse this morning that if I would only let go, my dreams would come true. It made me smile and laugh.
Regarding Easter, it was nice. I went to church, and slept in the afternoon. The important news is that Chris said the "Awesome Easter Dessert" was the best I had ever made. I wouldn't say it myself, but I think he was right.
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
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I sure hope my F5 tornado dreams nevewr come true...
I had a dream the other night that Ben had a mistress. Did I mention that he just got a new (used) PS2 or something and has been coming to bed long after I'm asleep (in theory, anyway, since Jemma usually wakes up and wants to play and crawl and stand and squeal at around 10:30).
Dreams don't have to come true.
Linda Jean!! It is great to see you have started posting! I wish I had known about it yesterday, as I couldn't sleep, so, instead of counting sheep..... I have had several dreams about going back to college, only it is with all the people from high school, including our beloved Nina Lance. Even though I did not take advanced prep English(she hand-picked them back in '82--first class), I arrive to the final in my dream not having read a thing.
I have avoided those type of dreams by doing it in real life. I forgot to read Hamlet and I faked my way through the entire class.
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