Reading blogs, I find people like to write about their dreams. My friend imascatterbrain, shared here previously about one of her dreams. Personally I find dreams boring. Few leave me with anything to think about.
Sometimes I will note that I am walking normally, usually that is the case in my dreams. Now that I think about it, I do not recall any dream (and we recall very few) where I was in a wheelchair. No big deal. In fact I am happy my brain is on board with my plan to walk again. The last time I stood at my doctor's office I felt so freakin' TALL! My partner thinks I have grown and I think so too. The only possible way---my lift chair that can bend be almost upset down. I stretch with that every day...for four years now. Hmmm
I digress.
A few dreams stick with me: My first love's face looking like a melting pizza, pepperonis for dropping eyes, hanging cheese her innards--GROSS. That was ONLY dream I ever had with her in it.
My mother, sitting in a summer fold-up chair in middle of field, plane falling from sky headed straight for her...I watching, thinking, "That plane is crashing...towards MOM!" Then I woke up.
Once in awhile my partner of of 33 years will appear in a dream, if we are not making love, she is usually some bit player and often I just 'know' it is her, in other words the body doesn't match the person. But, all these are rare.
Jodie Foster is not an infrequent passerby, but she never speaks. My beloved great-aunt Violet has never been in my dreams. Go figure. Yes, my dreams are rather boring. Bit players lately are the residents here at my old folk's home, er, retirement home, uh, I mean, RETIREMENT COMMUNITY. My brain is really working to sort all these people out.
Recurring dreams are rare these years. Recurring locations are common. They include, but are not limited to: The house I grew up in II (meaning my mom's house where we moved when I was 10, from great-aunt Vi's just next door); some weird communal living building, slightly like a cool prison; and a 1960s beach house.
I have NO idea why my brain has chosen the latter, but Mom's nasty house will 'haunt' me a long time. Lots to work out there.
Many of my dreams have puppies, rainbows, jolly stuff, and it is not strange for me to wake myself up laughing. I wake my partner up laughing! It makes sense, in my waking hours I find life so darn fully!
I have never seen myself in my dreams, but yesterday I had the sexiest 2-piece suit on...somewhat 1930s and I was here, but here was an expensive hotel with plush carpeting and gold trim everywhere. My shoes were sleek, shiny, brown Italian leather, Bruno Magli I suspect. I opened our door (after arguing with one of the caregivers here--Danti) and the dining room table was set with fine china, lit candles, Karenlee was sitting by window with sheer curtains, a gentle breeze brushing them against her. Her hair was blonde, and styled like one of the beauties from Downton Abbey, she was wearing a see-thru light yellow dress. WOW, I knew where THIS was going! Then I woke up.
Dreams, my brains chance to 'have its say.' My brain and I get along very well. We like each other and apparently have the same sense of humor.
Whither doth thou dreams take thee?
Friday, January 18, 2013
Dreams of Bruno Magli, Danti, Planes, Mom, Laughs
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Reading blogs, I find people like to write about their dreams. My friend imascatterbrain, shared here previously about one of her dreams. Personally I find dreams boring. Few leave me with anything to think about.
Sometimes I will note that I am walking normally, usually that is the case in my dreams. Now that I think about it, I do not recall any dream (and we recall very few) where I was in a wheelchair. No big deal. In fact I am happy my brain is on board with my plan to walk again. The last time I stood at my doctor's office I felt so freakin' TALL! My partner thinks I have grown and I think so too. The only possible way---my lift chair that can bend be almost upset down. I stretch with that every day...for four years now. Hmmm
I digress.
A few dreams stick with me: My first love's face looking like a melting pizza, pepperonis for dropping eyes, hanging cheese her innards--GROSS. That was ONLY dream I ever had with her in it.
My mother, sitting in a summer fold-up chair in middle of field, plane falling from sky headed straight for her...I watching, thinking, "That plane is crashing...towards MOM!" Then I woke up.
Once in awhile my partner of of 33 years will appear in a dream, if we are not making love, she is usually some bit player and often I just 'know' it is her, in other words the body doesn't match the person. But, all these are rare.
Jodie Foster is not an infrequent passerby, but she never speaks. My beloved great-aunt Violet has never been in my dreams. Go figure. Yes, my dreams are rather boring. Bit players lately are the residents here at my old folk's home, er, retirement home, uh, I mean, RETIREMENT COMMUNITY. My brain is really working to sort all these people out.
Recurring dreams are rare these years. Recurring locations are common. They include, but are not limited to: The house I grew up in II (meaning my mom's house where we moved when I was 10, from great-aunt Vi's just next door); some weird communal living building, slightly like a cool prison; and a 1960s beach house.
I have NO idea why my brain has chosen the latter, but Mom's nasty house will 'haunt' me a long time. Lots to work out there.
Many of my dreams have puppies, rainbows, jolly stuff, and it is not strange for me to wake myself up laughing. I wake my partner up laughing! It makes sense, in my waking hours I find life so darn fully!
I have never seen myself in my dreams, but yesterday I had the sexiest 2-piece suit on...somewhat 1930s and I was here, but here was an expensive hotel with plush carpeting and gold trim everywhere. My shoes were sleek, shiny, brown Italian leather, Bruno Magli I suspect. I opened our door (after arguing with one of the caregivers here--Danti) and the dining room table was set with fine china, lit candles, Karenlee was sitting by window with sheer curtains, a gentle breeze brushing them against her. Her hair was blonde, and styled like one of the beauties from Downton Abbey, she was wearing a see-thru light yellow dress. WOW, I knew where THIS was going! Then I woke up.
Dreams, my brains chance to 'have its say.' My brain and I get along very well. We like each other and apparently have the same sense of humor.
Whither doth thou dreams take thee?
Reading blogs, I find people like to write about their dreams. My friend imascatterbrain, shared here previously about one of her dreams. Personally I find dreams boring. Few leave me with anything to think about.
Sometimes I will note that I am walking normally, usually that is the case in my dreams. Now that I think about it, I do not recall any dream (and we recall very few) where I was in a wheelchair. No big deal. In fact I am happy my brain is on board with my plan to walk again. The last time I stood at my doctor's office I felt so freakin' TALL! My partner thinks I have grown and I think so too. The only possible way---my lift chair that can bend be almost upset down. I stretch with that every day...for four years now. Hmmm
I digress.
A few dreams stick with me: My first love's face looking like a melting pizza, pepperonis for dropping eyes, hanging cheese her innards--GROSS. That was ONLY dream I ever had with her in it.
My mother, sitting in a summer fold-up chair in middle of field, plane falling from sky headed straight for her...I watching, thinking, "That plane is crashing...towards MOM!" Then I woke up.
Once in awhile my partner of of 33 years will appear in a dream, if we are not making love, she is usually some bit player and often I just 'know' it is her, in other words the body doesn't match the person. But, all these are rare.
Jodie Foster is not an infrequent passerby, but she never speaks. My beloved great-aunt Violet has never been in my dreams. Go figure. Yes, my dreams are rather boring. Bit players lately are the residents here at my old folk's home, er, retirement home, uh, I mean, RETIREMENT COMMUNITY. My brain is really working to sort all these people out.
Recurring dreams are rare these years. Recurring locations are common. They include, but are not limited to: The house I grew up in II (meaning my mom's house where we moved when I was 10, from great-aunt Vi's just next door); some weird communal living building, slightly like a cool prison; and a 1960s beach house.
I have NO idea why my brain has chosen the latter, but Mom's nasty house will 'haunt' me a long time. Lots to work out there.
Many of my dreams have puppies, rainbows, jolly stuff, and it is not strange for me to wake myself up laughing. I wake my partner up laughing! It makes sense, in my waking hours I find life so darn fully!
I have never seen myself in my dreams, but yesterday I had the sexiest 2-piece suit on...somewhat 1930s and I was here, but here was an expensive hotel with plush carpeting and gold trim everywhere. My shoes were sleek, shiny, brown Italian leather, Bruno Magli I suspect. I opened our door (after arguing with one of the caregivers here--Danti) and the dining room table was set with fine china, lit candles, Karenlee was sitting by window with sheer curtains, a gentle breeze brushing them against her. Her hair was blonde, and styled like one of the beauties from Downton Abbey, she was wearing a see-thru light yellow dress. WOW, I knew where THIS was going! Then I woke up.
Dreams, my brains chance to 'have its say.' My brain and I get along very well. We like each other and apparently have the same sense of humor.
Whither doth thou dreams take thee?
Reading blogs, I find people like to write about their dreams. My friend imascatterbrain, shared here previously about one of her dreams. Personally I find dreams boring. Few leave me with anything to think about.
Sometimes I will note that I am walking normally, usually that is the case in my dreams. Now that I think about it, I do not recall any dream (and we recall very few) where I was in a wheelchair. No big deal. In fact I am happy my brain is on board with my plan to walk again. The last time I stood at my doctor's office I felt so freakin' TALL! My partner thinks I have grown and I think so too. The only possible way---my lift chair that can bend be almost upset down. I stretch with that every day...for four years now. Hmmm
I digress.
A few dreams stick with me: My first love's face looking like a melting pizza, pepperonis for dropping eyes, hanging cheese her innards--GROSS. That was ONLY dream I ever had with her in it.
My mother, sitting in a summer fold-up chair in middle of field, plane falling from sky headed straight for her...I watching, thinking, "That plane is crashing...towards MOM!" Then I woke up.
Once in awhile my partner of of 33 years will appear in a dream, if we are not making love, she is usually some bit player and often I just 'know' it is her, in other words the body doesn't match the person. But, all these are rare.
Jodie Foster is not an infrequent passerby, but she never speaks. My beloved great-aunt Violet has never been in my dreams. Go figure. Yes, my dreams are rather boring. Bit players lately are the residents here at my old folk's home, er, retirement home, uh, I mean, RETIREMENT COMMUNITY. My brain is really working to sort all these people out.
Recurring dreams are rare these years. Recurring locations are common. They include, but are not limited to: The house I grew up in II (meaning my mom's house where we moved when I was 10, from great-aunt Vi's just next door); some weird communal living building, slightly like a cool prison; and a 1960s beach house.
I have NO idea why my brain has chosen the latter, but Mom's nasty house will 'haunt' me a long time. Lots to work out there.
Many of my dreams have puppies, rainbows, jolly stuff, and it is not strange for me to wake myself up laughing. I wake my partner up laughing! It makes sense, in my waking hours I find life so darn fully!
I have never seen myself in my dreams, but yesterday I had the sexiest 2-piece suit on...somewhat 1930s and I was here, but here was an expensive hotel with plush carpeting and gold trim everywhere. My shoes were sleek, shiny, brown Italian leather, Bruno Magli I suspect. I opened our door (after arguing with one of the caregivers here--Danti) and the dining room table was set with fine china, lit candles, Karenlee was sitting by window with sheer curtains, a gentle breeze brushing them against her. Her hair was blonde, and styled like one of the beauties from Downton Abbey, she was wearing a see-thru light yellow dress. WOW, I knew where THIS was going! Then I woke up.
Dreams, my brains chance to 'have its say.' My brain and I get along very well. We like each other and apparently have the same sense of humor.
Whither doth thou dreams take thee?
Reading blogs, I find people like to write about their dreams. My friend imascatterbrain, shared here previously about one of her dreams. Personally I find dreams boring. Few leave me with anything to think about.
Sometimes I will note that I am walking normally, usually that is the case in my dreams. Now that I think about it, I do not recall any dream (and we recall very few) where I was in a wheelchair. No big deal. In fact I am happy my brain is on board with my plan to walk again. The last time I stood at my doctor's office I felt so freakin' TALL! My partner thinks I have grown and I think so too. The only possible way---my lift chair that can bend be almost upset down. I stretch with that every day...for four years now. Hmmm
I digress.
A few dreams stick with me: My first love's face looking like a melting pizza, pepperonis for dropping eyes, hanging cheese her innards--GROSS. That was ONLY dream I ever had with her in it.
My mother, sitting in a summer fold-up chair in middle of field, plane falling from sky headed straight for her...I watching, thinking, "That plane is crashing...towards MOM!" Then I woke up.
Once in awhile my partner of of 33 years will appear in a dream, if we are not making love, she is usually some bit player and often I just 'know' it is her, in other words the body doesn't match the person. But, all these are rare.
Jodie Foster is not an infrequent passerby, but she never speaks. My beloved great-aunt Violet has never been in my dreams. Go figure. Yes, my dreams are rather boring. Bit players lately are the residents here at my old folk's home, er, retirement home, uh, I mean, RETIREMENT COMMUNITY. My brain is really working to sort all these people out.
Recurring dreams are rare these years. Recurring locations are common. They include, but are not limited to: The house I grew up in II (meaning my mom's house where we moved when I was 10, from great-aunt Vi's just next door); some weird communal living building, slightly like a cool prison; and a 1960s beach house.
I have NO idea why my brain has chosen the latter, but Mom's nasty house will 'haunt' me a long time. Lots to work out there.
Many of my dreams have puppies, rainbows, jolly stuff, and it is not strange for me to wake myself up laughing. I wake my partner up laughing! It makes sense, in my waking hours I find life so darn fully!
I have never seen myself in my dreams, but yesterday I had the sexiest 2-piece suit on...somewhat 1930s and I was here, but here was an expensive hotel with plush carpeting and gold trim everywhere. My shoes were sleek, shiny, brown Italian leather, Bruno Magli I suspect. I opened our door (after arguing with one of the caregivers here--Danti) and the dining room table was set with fine china, lit candles, Karenlee was sitting by window with sheer curtains, a gentle breeze brushing them against her. Her hair was blonde, and styled like one of the beauties from Downton Abbey, she was wearing a see-thru light yellow dress. WOW, I knew where THIS was going! Then I woke up.
Dreams, my brains chance to 'have its say.' My brain and I get along very well. We like each other and apparently have the same sense of humor.
Whither doth thou dreams take thee?
Reading blogs, I find people like to write about their dreams. My friend imascatterbrain, shared here previously about one of her dreams. Personally I find dreams boring. Few leave me with anything to think about.
Sometimes I will note that I am walking normally, usually that is the case in my dreams. Now that I think about it, I do not recall any dream (and we recall very few) where I was in a wheelchair. No big deal. In fact I am happy my brain is on board with my plan to walk again. The last time I stood at my doctor's office I felt so freakin' TALL! My partner thinks I have grown and I think so too. The only possible way---my lift chair that can bend be almost upset down. I stretch with that every day...for four years now. Hmmm
I digress.
A few dreams stick with me: My first love's face looking like a melting pizza, pepperonis for dropping eyes, hanging cheese her innards--GROSS. That was ONLY dream I ever had with her in it.
My mother, sitting in a summer fold-up chair in middle of field, plane falling from sky headed straight for her...I watching, thinking, "That plane is crashing...towards MOM!" Then I woke up.
Once in awhile my partner of of 33 years will appear in a dream, if we are not making love, she is usually some bit player and often I just 'know' it is her, in other words the body doesn't match the person. But, all these are rare.
Jodie Foster is not an infrequent passerby, but she never speaks. My beloved great-aunt Violet has never been in my dreams. Go figure. Yes, my dreams are rather boring. Bit players lately are the residents here at my old folk's home, er, retirement home, uh, I mean, RETIREMENT COMMUNITY. My brain is really working to sort all these people out.
Recurring dreams are rare these years. Recurring locations are common. They include, but are not limited to: The house I grew up in II (meaning my mom's house where we moved when I was 10, from great-aunt Vi's just next door); some weird communal living building, slightly like a cool prison; and a 1960s beach house.
I have NO idea why my brain has chosen the latter, but Mom's nasty house will 'haunt' me a long time. Lots to work out there.
Many of my dreams have puppies, rainbows, jolly stuff, and it is not strange for me to wake myself up laughing. I wake my partner up laughing! It makes sense, in my waking hours I find life so darn fully!
I have never seen myself in my dreams, but yesterday I had the sexiest 2-piece suit on...somewhat 1930s and I was here, but here was an expensive hotel with plush carpeting and gold trim everywhere. My shoes were sleek, shiny, brown Italian leather, Bruno Magli I suspect. I opened our door (after arguing with one of the caregivers here--Danti) and the dining room table was set with fine china, lit candles, Karenlee was sitting by window with sheer curtains, a gentle breeze brushing them against her. Her hair was blonde, and styled like one of the beauties from Downton Abbey, she was wearing a see-thru light yellow dress. WOW, I knew where THIS was going! Then I woke up.
Dreams, my brains chance to 'have its say.' My brain and I get along very well. We like each other and apparently have the same sense of humor.
Whither doth thou dreams take thee?
Reading blogs, I find people like to write about their dreams. My friend imascatterbrain, shared here previously about one of her dreams. Personally I find dreams boring. Few leave me with anything to think about.
Sometimes I will note that I am walking normally, usually that is the case in my dreams. Now that I think about it, I do not recall any dream (and we recall very few) where I was in a wheelchair. No big deal. In fact I am happy my brain is on board with my plan to walk again. The last time I stood at my doctor's office I felt so freakin' TALL! My partner thinks I have grown and I think so too. The only possible way---my lift chair that can bend be almost upset down. I stretch with that every day...for four years now. Hmmm
I digress.
A few dreams stick with me: My first love's face looking like a melting pizza, pepperonis for dropping eyes, hanging cheese her innards--GROSS. That was ONLY dream I ever had with her in it.
My mother, sitting in a summer fold-up chair in middle of field, plane falling from sky headed straight for her...I watching, thinking, "That plane is crashing...towards MOM!" Then I woke up.
Once in awhile my partner of of 33 years will appear in a dream, if we are not making love, she is usually some bit player and often I just 'know' it is her, in other words the body doesn't match the person. But, all these are rare.
Jodie Foster is not an infrequent passerby, but she never speaks. My beloved great-aunt Violet has never been in my dreams. Go figure. Yes, my dreams are rather boring. Bit players lately are the residents here at my old folk's home, er, retirement home, uh, I mean, RETIREMENT COMMUNITY. My brain is really working to sort all these people out.
Recurring dreams are rare these years. Recurring locations are common. They include, but are not limited to: The house I grew up in II (meaning my mom's house where we moved when I was 10, from great-aunt Vi's just next door); some weird communal living building, slightly like a cool prison; and a 1960s beach house.
I have NO idea why my brain has chosen the latter, but Mom's nasty house will 'haunt' me a long time. Lots to work out there.
Many of my dreams have puppies, rainbows, jolly stuff, and it is not strange for me to wake myself up laughing. I wake my partner up laughing! It makes sense, in my waking hours I find life so darn fully!
I have never seen myself in my dreams, but yesterday I had the sexiest 2-piece suit on...somewhat 1930s and I was here, but here was an expensive hotel with plush carpeting and gold trim everywhere. My shoes were sleek, shiny, brown Italian leather, Bruno Magli I suspect. I opened our door (after arguing with one of the caregivers here--Danti) and the dining room table was set with fine china, lit candles, Karenlee was sitting by window with sheer curtains, a gentle breeze brushing them against her. Her hair was blonde, and styled like one of the beauties from Downton Abbey, she was wearing a see-thru light yellow dress. WOW, I knew where THIS was going! Then I woke up.
Dreams, my brains chance to 'have its say.' My brain and I get along very well. We like each other and apparently have the same sense of humor.
Whither doth thou dreams take thee?
Reading blogs, I find people like to write about their dreams. My friend imascatterbrain, shared here previously about one of her dreams. Personally I find dreams boring. Few leave me with anything to think about.
Sometimes I will note that I am walking normally, usually that is the case in my dreams. Now that I think about it, I do not recall any dream (and we recall very few) where I was in a wheelchair. No big deal. In fact I am happy my brain is on board with my plan to walk again. The last time I stood at my doctor's office I felt so freakin' TALL! My partner thinks I have grown and I think so too. The only possible way---my lift chair that can bend be almost upset down. I stretch with that every day...for four years now. Hmmm
I digress.
A few dreams stick with me: My first love's face looking like a melting pizza, pepperonis for dropping eyes, hanging cheese her innards--GROSS. That was ONLY dream I ever had with her in it.
My mother, sitting in a summer fold-up chair in middle of field, plane falling from sky headed straight for her...I watching, thinking, "That plane is crashing...towards MOM!" Then I woke up.
Once in awhile my partner of of 33 years will appear in a dream, if we are not making love, she is usually some bit player and often I just 'know' it is her, in other words the body doesn't match the person. But, all these are rare.
Jodie Foster is not an infrequent passerby, but she never speaks. My beloved great-aunt Violet has never been in my dreams. Go figure. Yes, my dreams are rather boring. Bit players lately are the residents here at my old folk's home, er, retirement home, uh, I mean, RETIREMENT COMMUNITY. My brain is really working to sort all these people out.
Recurring dreams are rare these years. Recurring locations are common. They include, but are not limited to: The house I grew up in II (meaning my mom's house where we moved when I was 10, from great-aunt Vi's just next door); some weird communal living building, slightly like a cool prison; and a 1960s beach house.
I have NO idea why my brain has chosen the latter, but Mom's nasty house will 'haunt' me a long time. Lots to work out there.
Many of my dreams have puppies, rainbows, jolly stuff, and it is not strange for me to wake myself up laughing. I wake my partner up laughing! It makes sense, in my waking hours I find life so darn fully!
I have never seen myself in my dreams, but yesterday I had the sexiest 2-piece suit on...somewhat 1930s and I was here, but here was an expensive hotel with plush carpeting and gold trim everywhere. My shoes were sleek, shiny, brown Italian leather, Bruno Magli I suspect. I opened our door (after arguing with one of the caregivers here--Danti) and the dining room table was set with fine china, lit candles, Karenlee was sitting by window with sheer curtains, a gentle breeze brushing them against her. Her hair was blonde, and styled like one of the beauties from Downton Abbey, she was wearing a see-thru light yellow dress. WOW, I knew where THIS was going! Then I woke up.
Dreams, my brains chance to 'have its say.' My brain and I get along very well. We like each other and apparently have the same sense of humor.
Whither doth thou dreams take thee?
Reading blogs, I find people like to write about their dreams. My friend imascatterbrain, shared here previously about one of her dreams. Personally I find dreams boring. Few leave me with anything to think about.
Sometimes I will note that I am walking normally, usually that is the case in my dreams. Now that I think about it, I do not recall any dream (and we recall very few) where I was in a wheelchair. No big deal. In fact I am happy my brain is on board with my plan to walk again. The last time I stood at my doctor's office I felt so freakin' TALL! My partner thinks I have grown and I think so too. The only possible way---my lift chair that can bend be almost upset down. I stretch with that every day...for four years now. Hmmm
I digress.
A few dreams stick with me: My first love's face looking like a melting pizza, pepperonis for dropping eyes, hanging cheese her innards--GROSS. That was ONLY dream I ever had with her in it.
My mother, sitting in a summer fold-up chair in middle of field, plane falling from sky headed straight for her...I watching, thinking, "That plane is crashing...towards MOM!" Then I woke up.
Once in awhile my partner of of 33 years will appear in a dream, if we are not making love, she is usually some bit player and often I just 'know' it is her, in other words the body doesn't match the person. But, all these are rare.
Jodie Foster is not an infrequent passerby, but she never speaks. My beloved great-aunt Violet has never been in my dreams. Go figure. Yes, my dreams are rather boring. Bit players lately are the residents here at my old folk's home, er, retirement home, uh, I mean, RETIREMENT COMMUNITY. My brain is really working to sort all these people out.
Recurring dreams are rare these years. Recurring locations are common. They include, but are not limited to: The house I grew up in II (meaning my mom's house where we moved when I was 10, from great-aunt Vi's just next door); some weird communal living building, slightly like a cool prison; and a 1960s beach house.
I have NO idea why my brain has chosen the latter, but Mom's nasty house will 'haunt' me a long time. Lots to work out there.
Many of my dreams have puppies, rainbows, jolly stuff, and it is not strange for me to wake myself up laughing. I wake my partner up laughing! It makes sense, in my waking hours I find life so darn fully!
I have never seen myself in my dreams, but yesterday I had the sexiest 2-piece suit on...somewhat 1930s and I was here, but here was an expensive hotel with plush carpeting and gold trim everywhere. My shoes were sleek, shiny, brown Italian leather, Bruno Magli I suspect. I opened our door (after arguing with one of the caregivers here--Danti) and the dining room table was set with fine china, lit candles, Karenlee was sitting by window with sheer curtains, a gentle breeze brushing them against her. Her hair was blonde, and styled like one of the beauties from Downton Abbey, she was wearing a see-thru light yellow dress. WOW, I knew where THIS was going! Then I woke up.
Dreams, my brains chance to 'have its say.' My brain and I get along very well. We like each other and apparently have the same sense of humor.
Whither doth thou dreams take thee?
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