Dreamt My Own Death...

I have had vivid, unusual dreams as long as I can remember, even before I was taking medications listing such as potential side effects.  If I could write stories as wonderfully plotted as some of my dreams, I would be ecstatic.  Last night's dream, however, left me feeling just plain odd. 

I was about to go home.  I have no idea where I had been, but only remember this particular dream beginning with an option of two roads from which to choose.  A somewhat scruffy man began to lead me down the road on the left side of the fork but, before we'd gone far, we veered off into what appeared at first to be a very deep, dark ditch.  A man with tree branches jammed into his eyes and out the back of his head was writhing in the dense undergrowth.  He was reaching for me and the man who'd been escorting me was prodding me deeper into what then evolved into an all-encompassing dark environment of gnarly trees, roots and wriggling vines.  There were zombie-like people here and there, some with their midsections bursting with worms (gads!), others with their faces contorted in pain or rage or some un-nameable emotion.  If it slithered, was slimy, or disgusting, I fought my way through or around it!

Just when I thought I would never escape that hellish place, I clawed my way over a ridge and found myself in a setting so sunny and serene that I began to fly upwards!  (I fly in a lot of my dreams.)  Other folks were flying upwards, too, but for some reason there was a ceiling to this gorgeous blue sky, so we were all sort of hovering.  I was told by one of the other folks that we couldn't continue until our whole family was there with us, but I chose not to listen.  I continued flying upwards and, when I reached the ceiling, I went right through it.  I was greeted by someone who told me the families were just about to sit down to a meal and that I could join my family.  I recall walking only a few steps and found my parents and a group of folks about to sit down at a long table.  The joy of seeing my parents remains with me as I write this.  Of COURSE, I woke up just after I hugged them close to me. 

So...maybe I was dead to begin with in the dream, I have no idea.  What a scare, though, to think I'd ever have to go through a horrid place like that!  What a RELIEF that I ended up in a wonderful place, reunited with my parents.   Thing is, what is the meaning of this dream?   Is it a warning?  I'd enjoy your thoughts - good, bad, or in between.

Merry Merry

What a peaceful day, so different from Christmases gone by - the ones with squealing children, ripping paper, noisy toys, loud music, etc. etc.  Daughter and her family went to visit her in-laws today, so it's just hubby, me and the cats.  After so many weeks of shopping and stressors of several types, it's amazing to just "be."  And we're actually having a white Christmas!  Not just a flurry, either - but a full-on snowstorm!  So, our home is cushioned in snow...peace on peace. 

Nice day...a really nice day.

The Questions, The Questions!

Hallelujah, it's Friday!  What will the long weekend produce?

Will Myrna finally get out of that infernal line at McDonald's?  Will the menacing robber's gun be forever stuck in her back?  How about poor truck-ridden, essentially naked Bob?  Has he been reduced to a puddle of fill-in-the-blank and featured on the front page of the local newspaper?  And what about the Books Galore sale?  Will Myrna's t-cup chihuahua, Peekaboo, have eaten a major piece of furniture during the 2 years this story has languished?  Did their neighbors remove the riding mower from the side of the Chevette that it had t-boned those 2 years ago?

Stay tuned...c'est possible!

Grass in the Road!

Grass in the road ~
Grass in the road ~
Why on earth is there
Grass in the road?


I've noticed a growing trend here in the country.  When folks mow their yards, they blow the grass into the road and leave it there!  I don't mean just that last pass that shoots a little grass into the road.  This is more like...these guys somehow manipulate every bit of the cut grass into the road, and often to a point that you can't even see the road all the way across.  It makes me CRAZY!  I park in a covered deck at work and on a really wide concrete driveway at home, yet the back of my car has grass cuttings all over it from DRIVING?  I'm sorry, that's just wrong. 

I took the car to the lazer wash yesterday, mainly to get the stuck GRASS washed off of it.  Then on my way from the car wash to the post office, I came to yet another long patch of grass cuttings in the road!  To avoid the bulk of the mess, I had to drive on the wrong side of the road for several yards.  There was no oncoming traffic, so that's exactly what I did.  Shoot, my car wasn't even good and dry yet.

Grass in the road ~
Grass in the road ~
I'd like to smack the guy who put that
Grass in the road!

Running of the ... Beagles?

Living in the country is so peaceful - at least it's peaceful 98% of the time.  Take today, for example.  We went to church, came home, ate lunch...and I napped.  Later on I headed outside to take care of a cat-related chore or two.  As soon as I opened the door to go out, the quiet day turned into a chaotic beagle concert and occasional gun shots.  That makes me crazy, because it means someone's hunting fairly nearby.  I immediately thought of the twin fawns that have been visiting our yard the past week or so (I think they like our muscadines), and I couldn't help but wonder if their mother was safe.  No, I don't really think beagles are used to hunt deer, but still...what hunter could resist a deer trophy should the opportunity present itself?  Grrr. 

School Daze

My granddaughter began her second grade journey just a few days ago.  I thought about her all day on Wednesday, the first day of school, and hoped she was enjoying her new school and beginning to make a new friend or two.  I learned later that night that she didn't much enjoy the first day, probably due to being painfully shy and being unfamiliar with her surroundings.  By Friday, though, she was enjoying school.

With each passing school year, my granddaughter (and other children) will be methodically gaining and storing knowledge.  Sadly, though, they'll also be losing more and more of their precious innocense.  With all the peer pressure, puberty and temptations facing our nation's youth, I really wish God hadn't been expelled from our schools.  I fear for my grandchildren and for their children as God is pushed further and further away and an "anything goes" lifestyle becomes more and more the norm.

And while I'm in a fearful mode just now, I truly fear for America.  Our children are our future.  If they grow up to be immoral drones, how will our country fare under their leadership?  Speaking of leadership--we don't have much now, at least not the right kind.  Okay, enough of that for one night.

Til next time...

If I Had a Clone...

Wouldn't it be grand to have a clone? 

Oh, the possibilities!  Of course there are the obvious tasks that I'd assign to my clone - like housework, workwork, Christmas shopping, doctor appointments, exercise (which of course would make MY body look better - I AM dreaming, you know), and just basically taking care of anything I don't especially feel like doing myself. 

Okay, so I have a clone to do my bidding.  What's left for me to do?  Sleep til noon? Read everything I can get my hands on?  Go back to school?  Travel the world?  (Wow, I hope my clone has a really good job.)  Finally learn to paint and play the guitar? Volunteer at the homeless shelter or at a nursing home?  All those things would be wonderful...but remember the old saying that goes something like "All work and no play makes somebody or other a dull boy?"  Would that also be true the other way around?  All play and no work?  Would the play be fun and special without the work as a counterbalance of sorts?  If I didn't work to earn the play, would I have an appreciation for the latter?  I think probably not. 

But still...maybe a parttime clone would be nice.  I wouldn't mind sharing my housework.  I'm generous that way.

Til next time...