Vacation, Day 1

[mocomab]

Dammit! Forgot to post last night...

Got off work at 7 a.m. and wove my way home through the Denver Marathon barricades. I thought to go to the Handle Bar again for breakfast, but didn’t want to drive through the mess to get there, and was too lazy to walk. Better for my diet that I didn’t go.

Played with the dogs a bit and watched the rest of CSI

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[grey853]

Weird dreams make me wonder what the heck my brain is doing while I'm sleeping. *g*

[mocomab]

While I was telling my neighbor about my dream, I remembered that I also dreamed that I had cancer and only had a month to live. I had this rash on my forearm that bled, and I had to put a santitary napkin on it to catch the blood. I had a problem finding something that fit on my arm.

How's that for weirdly strange?

I didn't dream at all for weeks after Jessie died. Now, I can't seem to close my eyes for any length of time without having these really involved, and very strange, dreams.

Wasn't it in the movied "The Reincarnation of Peter Proud" that a psychiatrist explained that dreams allowed you to safely go insane for awhile every night?

[grey853]

I don't know about the movie quote, but it sounds about right. It allows us to go to places that are just too bizarre in the waking moments. It's kind of a release from any kind of censor.