Looks like a duck

I dreamt that my daughter’s friend Heath and I were ducks but, per his human father’s rules, were not allowed to go into the swimming pool because “you don’t know how to swim.” I argued that because we were ducks, we obviously could. I left the pool and went to the library to find back up for my argument.

Knitting

I dreamt that I was having lunch with a friend and her mom.  My friend started knitting, which she doesn’t and never would.  I was shocked and asked when she learned to knit and her mother said, “When she was in solitary confinement,” Continue reading