Last night was one of those nights when I was entertained by a parade of weird dreams, some of which were apparently brought on by outside influences.
Sometime in the dark of the early morning, I was awoken from a dream in which my face was being vigorously washed by a rough cat tongue. Upon awakening, I discovered that my darling Toby (who has, unlike Dylan, not learned the concept of “gentle tongue”) was, indeed, giving my a cat facial. The only way I was able to get away from his insistent bathing was to put a pillow over my face! He has never done that before.
The next dream took place at Borderline where the crowd was extremely thin and most of the people were strangers to me. I finally left my table on the freeway side and moved my things to a booth (there are no booths at Borderline) on the parking lot side, near where my friend, Bill, usually sits. The music being played was very odd for the pre-class time period, and the DJ booth was dark. The owner said that the whole booth wasn’t working and that he had debated whether or not to even open because of it. In the meantime, Bill was running a bunch of extension cords and such to hook a small stereo up to the sound system. Te weird part of that was that, although the stereo only had a CD player, he had a table with a bunch of LP’s on it. I tried to get out on the floor to dance a solo Cowboy Cha Cha, but kept messing it up as I seemed to forget the sequence of the dance, and, when I looked at other dancers, they weren’t dancing the normal sequence either, but seemed to be in sync with each other while I was not. Feeling an urge to use the bathroom, I went over and discreetly pulled a couple of Cottonelle wipes from a box I had left under my jacket.
In the next dream, I had a very odd assortment of animals including a chicken who was using the cat’s sand box, and had the runs. When I called the vet, they started talking about cysts and other medical conditions which could cause this in a chicken, and I was getting ready to take said bird to the vet when I awoke.
There doesn’t seem to be any kind of common thread here, so I’m going to ponder it awhile before I write more.
After a long day of researching insurance, working on the setup for one client and the contract with another, knocking out a few more chores and adding another 2000 or so words to my novel, I’m no closer to understanding what messages I might have been given mean. So I’ll simply ask for clarification and sleep on it! 🙂
I did get the kitchen put back in order, finally, while sitting on hold, waiting for the California version of the insurance act got around to me. And though I only stepped outside to get the mail today, the wind did it’s work and has left me with goopy eyes and a stuffy head. Thank goodness for the neti pot!!! I can at least breathe, even if my sinuses are swollen. And, I know that, this, too, shall pass, and I’ll be back out there, kicking up dust in no time!
My gratitudes tonight are:
1. I am grateful for less productive days which make me appreciate the ones when I am unstoppbable.
2. I am grateful for days when I feel less than par to make me appreciate the majority of the days that I feel wonderful!
3. I am grateful for getting a few more things off of my to do list without adding an equal number back.
4. I am grateful for consistency with my writing, even when it means staying up until 1 or 2 AM to make it happen.
5. I am grateful for warm kitty bodies to snuggle with on these cold, blustery nights.
Love and light.