Dreams, Dreams, and More Dreams
- I write down all of the dreams I can remember. Sometimes, I wake in the middle of the night to write them--those are the best. Misspelled words, rough drawings, and incomplete sentences, yet totally raw and full of emotion. Sometimes, my dreams seem pretty meaningless or mundane. But as I examine them and dig into the representations my subconscious makes, I'm left speechless and stunned. Yes. Me. Without words. That's what happened with my dream last night. I don't know if I'll share or not.
- I'm waiting for the results of my blood tests. I could have either thyroid disease or diabetes. Or neither. I'll find out sometime today.
- Chuck is sleeping on my pile of clean clothes. Damn dog. Damn laundry that never ends.
- I'm in a "get rid of" mood. I want to scour my house for unnessary items and get rid of them.
- But I need to read submissions for Coach's Midnight Diner first.
- I'm was so totally angry in my dream last night and I have dream hangover. I still feel angry.










