Let me just take a moment and say, "thank you" to all you fabulous bloggers who have been playing questions for 100 days. You rock.
So, last night I had this dream that I was down the Jersey Shore partying with some high school friends and I had to get into the city for a meeting. As I packed up my stuff, the contents of my bag spilled everywhere. Girlie stuff all over the party-place.
I scrambled to gather it up, which took an amazing amount of effort. My chapstick rolled underneath Rock's chair. Where were my pajamas? Why were Dally's boots suddenly in my bag? Stuff like that.
After I sorted it all out, I reminded Joanna that there were more votive candles in the laundry room over the washer and dryer and walked out the door. (No idea whose house we were at.) My Jeep (don't own a Jeep-but whatever) was parked across a street. To get there, I had to scramble down a very steep hill, more like a cliff, which I somehow did with ease. I tip-toed past some scary dudes wearing voodoo like face paint and crossed the street. Once I got there, the Jeep was suddenly on the other side of a lake and I had no way of getting to it because alligators inhabited those waters.
At that point I rolled over. That's right. Enough of that dream.
Anyway, a lot of my dreams revolve about me getting close to a goal and then something else blocks my path. It's a pattern. It's been going on for years. It's annoying. And I'd like it to stop.
What do you dream about?
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