“Dreams say what they mean, but they don’t say it in daytime language.” (-Gail Godwin)

Aren't dreams fascinating? Who knows why we dream what we do.

I once dreamt that I knew I was having Siamese twins, (and I knew this—how?) In my dream, I was quite disgusted with my doctor, because he didn’t seem to have a clue that I was having these Siamese twins. I kept thinking “What kind of doctor is HE?!”

I have no earthly idea why I dreamt that...

Joe was telling me about a dream he had the other night that had me laughing:

He said that he was in a large auditorium, where a woman was asking him to give an important presentation on (get this) “the Three Stooges” to a group of college students. He was nervous, because he couldn't remember what their names were. Then, the woman handed him a big plastic bag, and told him he was lucky that this meant he’d be getting a free lunch! But in his dream, that only made him worried, because he’d be busy giving the presentation during lunch time! A real nightmare, eh?

Recently, my dad told me he was dreaming about my mom, and she was evidently relaying to him (in his dream) that she was worried about something or other. I was glad to hear he still thinks about my mom, but in this instance, with a strange sense of humor as well. He was trying to help her deal with her stress, when, in his dream, he suddenly thought to himself, “Wait a minute—she’s dead now, so she doesn’t have to worry about these things any more!”

What a load off!

Have a great weekend, and Sweet Dreams, all!
;))