I dreamt that I was dancing with beautiful, fluid ballroom motion, wearing a flowing floor length yellow gown. My partner was another woman in a similar yellow dress, and we were dancing closely and in complete synch. When I looked down, Continue reading
I dreamt that, in order to keep a man, who looked like Tiny Tim but was called Manfred and loomed large over me as if on a movie screen, alive, I had to keep a match lit. I was allowed to keep re-striking the same match, but it would just go out again and again.
I dreamt that I was running over rolling hills of grass, just beautiful, green grass as far as I could see. With me in the grass were hundreds of surfs, surrounding me and running, also. Every so often, I knew that a surf wanted to talk to me, so I paused and picked one Continue reading
I dreamt that Tom Brady was hoarding cream cheese.