A second night of crazed dreams. This time​​ the evil was not a person but an insane situation involving Mom’s stuff and how to dispose of it. Only
problem was it wasnt Mom’s stuff. It was more like a hoarder’s house including the likes of five kiddie cars like the kind clowns would ride, a Home Depot sized display of rolled up and stacked old and rotting bamboo shades, shelves full of free stuff you get from mail solicitations (how many dreamcatchers does one person need?) . AND we decided it would be a good idea to move it to a rental home for a short period which only made matters worse when we hit a deadline. If I did a dream analysis according to the “you are everything in your dream and analyze it from the perspective of the item in the dream” method I fear it would send me right over the edge. On the other hand. Kiddie Car: “Why am I hanging on this wall? Why haven’t I been in a parade for five years? How did I manage to stay so shiny and not rusted?”  Bamboo shades: “Can someone please unroll me and get me away from all these other shades and power wash me and let me get some fresh air and sunshine?” Dreamcatchers: “Girl, clearly you need more than one, what with the dreams you’ve been having lately.”

Hmmm.  Got a point there.  See, dreams ARE important and despite my long held belief that sleep is a waste of time and keeps me from getting stuff done in waking life – the folks who assert that it is an important and just as real part of living are probably right.  Dream on.