Dreams As Teachers
Wow, I had such dreams last night. No, they weren't bad or erotic, I don't dram those kinds of dreams, the better for it too. I dream dreams that tell a whole story, people in then do things either kindly, or underhandedly and I respond and sometimes the activity of others makes me react. Last night's dreams were no different than others, in that I am always solving problems. Many times I wake and think "I should make that my next story." But then I do not write it soon enough and by end of day I lose the memory of it. One of the dreams I dreamt last night was about my thirty-five year old son, but he was just a toddler. I was younger too, and I was as I was before I married my present husband of thirty-eight years, which is strange because my son is his son, but dreams are always time-defective. I had a big old house. When I say old, I mean 1800s old. I don't have a house at all in real life. I had friends I was with. I pretty much don't have any more
