Dream: My husband is trying to kill a spider on the wall. The spider is peeking out from underneath a curled up piece of wallpaper, so just a leg or two pokes out. He hits the wall, paper towel in hand, but keeps missing it, as one or more of the “spider legs” keeps moving out of the way. As he continues trying, the leg … Continue reading Dream #3: A Spider, A Nautilus and Spontaneous Combustion
This blog is not about farts. If you are a fart-lover, I regret to inform you that this isn’t going to be chock full of anecdotes regarding gaseous emissions. However. There is one special fart that does belong here, as it ties in nicely with the topics of sleeping and waking. While we were dating, I do not recall my husband being much of a farter. Nothing note-worthy, … Continue reading A Special Fart. One I View Lovingly.
Dream: I am on overnight vacation with 20+ people, some friends and some co-workers. We are staying in a large cottage, and the weekend is over, so we are cleaning up and getting ready to leave. There are tremendous amounts of food scraps (shredded carrots, zucchini, bread, onions) on the counter that I am putting into a garbage bag. My coworker, we’ll call him Pete, comes … Continue reading Dream #2: A Vacation, A Bloody Knife and Mean Friends
Dream #1: I AM Gwyneth Paltrow (this is the first time I have been someone other than myself in a dream). I am 7 months pregnant, with skinny, pale arms and a large protruding belly. I am addicted to a non-existent drug and am living in a huge house with dozens of other homeless people. We each have a sleeping bag and a few scavenged items and … Continue reading Dream # 1: Pregnant, Homeless Druggie, Gwyneth Paltrow
A Morning Grouch 