A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes
Slept a little more soundly last night, slept right through making my alarm a radio instead of a buzz and then slept for another hour. At least it was pretty good sleep though.
Last night's dream was that I got an invitation to a New Year's Eve party from an estranged friend. It was hand written in her distinctive caligraphy. She was inviting my whole family. The invitation was in the shape of a door with a knocker and when you opened the card the knocker was on the other side as well and was actually brass. And disproportionately large.
And in some other dream there was a snapshot of Bob Bryar in a hat. He looked particularly adorable.
I enjoy the psychological unsubtlety of my dreams. I pick wrong wedding dresses that don't "cover my ass". The people who write a blog that makes me happy show up in my dreams to make me smile. Old friends and lost loves turn up and make everything ok. I've decided my open book of a brain is charming.
Last night's dream was that I got an invitation to a New Year's Eve party from an estranged friend. It was hand written in her distinctive caligraphy. She was inviting my whole family. The invitation was in the shape of a door with a knocker and when you opened the card the knocker was on the other side as well and was actually brass. And disproportionately large.
And in some other dream there was a snapshot of Bob Bryar in a hat. He looked particularly adorable.
I enjoy the psychological unsubtlety of my dreams. I pick wrong wedding dresses that don't "cover my ass". The people who write a blog that makes me happy show up in my dreams to make me smile. Old friends and lost loves turn up and make everything ok. I've decided my open book of a brain is charming.