Good morning. Terrible dreams the last couple of nights. Monday morning, I was dreaming that the neighborhood was on fire, and we were packing up the cats to evacuate. Also, I had a baby, the 7th son. He had one yellow eye and one blue eye, like the flag of Ukraine, and his name was “Sign.” “GAH! I don’t like where this is going!” and I got up to have coffee.
I don’t have to be at camp until 6:00-ish this evening, so I’ll get Stuff done today.
Oh, golly, I hope those were “opposition” dreams and not omens.
I managed to sleep 10 hours last night, and I’m going to try and do the same trick tonight. I don’t recall my dreams, so they must not mean anything. I used to write down my dreams, even had a notebook and pen on the night table so I could jot down the dreams at the instant I opened my eyes.
I’ll be leaving for Walmart soon, and I really don’t want to go but I need instant yeast and kosher salt, and other things, as well, so I’m going. There are about four of us who line up every week, and no one has shared names.
Anyway, I have to go take the cover off the windshield, and hit the road, but I’ll be back in about an hour.