I gotta cut back on the liverwurst, I think.
Last night I dreampt I was woken by a naked midget that looked an awful lot like Wee man, and I chased him outside to discover that he had completely restored an old camper I had sold many years back; I had no idea why this came forward in my mind but there it was.
Gotta buy the good, hand-cut deli liverwurst. That cheap prepackaged stuff will kill you.
All dreams have meaning I think. Metaphors of some sort…
I had an odd dream last night, but I think it was from oxygen deprivation when the CPAP mask slipped. Otherwise I have no idea why I dreamed about my stalker ex-gf from hell wearing an SS uniform and telling me that only properly-vetted people deserved to go to college. Or something like that. Anyway, the boots looked good on her; the monocle, not so much.
I was working at the racetrack this last weekend and the night before I went out to set up I dreamed I was setting up and could get nothing to work. Nothing would connect, I couldn’t build a network, I couldn’t get anything to turn on … it just went on and on.
And I kept failing and then there were cars on track … lots of cars on track …
And that is thankfully when I woke up.
Actually when I went out it all pretty much connected up without too much trouble and worked the first time and any real errors were directly attributable to the nut in front of the keyboard, always the biggest mechanical problem.
Guess this is like when I was in school and I dreamed I was taking a test and my pen wouldn’t work or I went blind and mute and couldn’t read the test paper and couldn’t tell anybody I couldn’t see … some things never change!
As for you, Og … I think I’m not having what you’re having. :D
Jenny