I’m not even sure where to begin? I think I will just start with the light and fluffy and work the disturbing somewhere in the middle.
Today was a beautiful day! According to the news we haven’t seen a sunny day like this in more than 111 days. I wasn’t exaggerating when I said I live in a dark and dreary place. I was able to take a nice comfy nap in my car at 31 degrees (with my unicorn blanket of course) because the sun was shining bright. It was a really good nap!
Speaking of sleep…I slept poorly Sunday night and had disturbing dreams as well. In one of the dreams I was in a church but it wasn’t a traditional scenario. It was almost like I was watching a performance. There was a man in brightly colored clothes dancing down an aisle and a man with a microphone encouraged everyone to “look at him go, now that’s how you do it!”
In the next scene I was in a small dark room. It was bigger than a confessional but not by much. I am sitting down and there was a priest in the room. He was not directly in front of me, he was in front of me and to my right. He was standing there in the shadows and he had no pants on. He priestly ding dong was just hanging in the wind! He was talking to me and I was looking him straight in the eyes completely ignoring what I could see in my peripheral vision. The whole time in my head I was thinking “how in the world does anyone take you seriously?”
In the next scene there is a little baby boy…a toddler but not really…it’s hard to explain. I remember looking at his eyes and thinking that gray eyes were so unique. I really wanted him to take his bottle but he would have none of it! This is when I felt “the ghost” coming. I was checking in the old fashioned television for a reflection but I saw nothing. I remember jumping up and down, thinking this would keep “it” away.
Then I was somewhere where there were tables and there were two old men. One of the old men was interested in my “hot chocolate”. He talked about shaving the cacao off a bar. I have only used chips and the powder. I “feel” like it was a sign that it is a good thing that I started this nighttime ritual.
As dreams go…this one left me saying “what the f***” more than once. The priest dream bothered me the most. Not to repeat myself but “what the f***?!” I’ve interpreted a lot of dreams in my day and this one has me stumped. Other than the obvious way I feel about organized religion, I can’t imagine what this could mean? I wasn’t talking about church or religion and the only thing we watched this weekend was Wanda Vision. I truly have no idea…
The last two days seemed extra long, thankfully tomorrow is half day Wednesday and it’s supposed to be an absolutely beautiful day! If I’m lucky maybe one of my feathered friends will show up for a photo shoot….Zia