Clearly, all of you want to hear about my freaky dreams.
This past night I dreamed that I was at a parking lot and there was a huge party going on. Lots of people sitting at various long tables, eating dinner. And I ran into one of those people I have no respect for.
(Why is it that the few times I dream, I almost never see people I like, but those I don't? Or even worse, boys it never worked out with?)
My sister and I were walking together. She was pushing a baby stroller containing a short version of her. Not even a baby version of her, a shrunken version sitting in the seat. And I was floating slightly above the asphalt, watching the shadow of myself, while walking next to her.
Like I said, freaky, right?
Maybe my psychology friends would like to analyze me? Or, better yet, people who have no expertise analyzing it?
Eliza, have a go at getting these blogs published. You sound very like the new Brigit Jones, which of course was a Jane Austen spin off.
ReplyDeleteThe adventure and action created by the minutiae of home life.
Pure Jane Austen.