Monday, December 17, 2007
Last night I had a dream that I was helping arrange icebergs in a line so that dog teams could cross a section of a bay at the Iditarod (sorry about the spelling). I saw my cousin in the water. We both admired a gooey duck that had miraculously poked out of the sand. The iceberg path eventually became a huge failure and the race was canceled (Global Warming has infected my dreams!)
When I was a kid I used to have a re occurring dream that I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom and I could hear circus music coming from beneath the sink. When I opened the cupboard to investigate I always found a curtain in the back. I would peel it back to see that I was at the top of a trapeze in the middle of a circus tent. Sometimes I would fall and wake up. Sometimes I would climb down and walk around the circus. Sometimes I would keep brushing my teeth and go back to bed. I never told anyone about this dream.
Dreams freak me out. Especially when I am having a deja vu and I remember the specific dream that I had in the past that this moment was in. That really gives me the willies. I'm going to do my best to start writing my dreams down on this blog for you so you can get yet another piece of evidence for my eventual placement in some sort of ward for the insane.
Either way, the count is now at 4 days till this crazy man heads home. Boo Yaka sha!