I woke up on my couch at seven-thirty this morning (I often prefer sleeping on the couch), fresh from the most wonderful dream. I crawled into bed and, luckily, managed to recapture some form of it, briefly, some time during the next two hours. After getting up, eating breakfast, cleaning a bit and read a couple of chapters of The Gates of the Alamo, I curled up under my blanket with both cats and tried to get it back. I only managed to take the same idea and twist it into something else that just wasn't as good.
So that's how I spent my morning - trying to chase down the man who lived in my dreams in a house by the beach and ran a bird sanctuary out of his basement (?). Because I fell so in love with this man - skinny and balding and so much taller than than me - who managed to court me in a dream that I'm sure that only lasted a few minutes. I've honestly not been able to get him out of my mind all day.
I'm pretty sure this means something and I think I know what that is. And I guess I'm not really crazy - I'm just trying to straighten out my life.
Sometimes, the memory of a dream I've had is all that gets me through a day. Amazing ability of ours, huh?
Posted by: Kim | 10/14/2007 at 06:17 PM