Friday, October 28, 2016

Who Dreams About Cabbage Salad? I Do, That's Who!

Just went to put on my walking clothes and then realized...I...just...can't.

I'm exhausted. Flat-out done, toasted, cooked and not up for it.

I dreamed this morning that I was sick and my mother walked into the house and said, "You're high! You've been smoking pot and you're high!"
And I was like, "No. I'm sick. I don't get high."
She wouldn't believe me. I was so mad.
Then I dreamed I was in a foreign land. Don't know which one but I was still sick and I had the rattiest dog you've ever seen or smelled. I had to catch that dog and hold it while I was eating at a restaurant which was in a former church and the table was outside, absolutely beautiful, and I was served the most delicious salad of chopped cabbage with a very simple dressing and the server was so nice and kept offering me more tea and water and soup and I kept thanking her over and over.

Maybe I need some nurturing.
Maybe I'm about to die.
I don't know but I do know that I don't need a dog. Of this I am certain.

I think I'll slowly, slowly make my way to Monticello to actually and truly early vote. I was going to do it yesterday but my damn bread-making interfered. Sometimes it seems like I spend half my life waiting on bread to rise. Oh well. There are worse things in the world.

Happy Friday, y'all.

Love...Ms. Moon







10 comments:

  1. well, who knows, but ... http://www.dreambible.com/search.php?q=Dogs

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    1. Hmmm...
      Well. At least I didn't dream that the dog's head had been cut off.

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  2. I have funky dreams too - usually early in the morning. They feel like stress anxiety dreams. I often wake sweating and breathless. Lucky for me, the memory of them leaves fairly quickly. I have to get my act together and vote too. Good for you. I am sick to death of the whole election talk. Can't wait til it's over as long as Hilary wins.

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    1. Amen. I can't either. We shall breathe free soon. Please god.

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  3. Anyone who has had a dog shit on one of their tables never has to get a dog again. Ever. Even if the dog comes whimpering to your door. You can feed it and send it on its way.

    Are you going to have a nap today?

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    1. I wouldn't feed any dog that came to my door. (She said with certainty.)
      I had a wonderful nap. Thank you!

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  4. Just started reading this recently and I am enjoying you very much. Based on your dream, you should be getting high.

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  5. Hmmm. I left comments on your previous two posts and now I don't see them. Did I dream it? Not sure what's going on. In any case I said Mr. Moon is a hero. And other things. I love you.

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    1. I hate hearing about lost comments. I LOVE comments.
      I love you too.

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