
Ok, it's that time, again. Time to put on your thinking caps and tell me what you think this all means. I had another rare odd dream this morning. I can only remember two bits...
1) I find a stick on the ground and decide to put it in the right rear pocket of my blue jean shorts. Only, somehow it ends up in my right front pocket.
And, as I sit down, I feel it poke me. I stand up and find a hole in the bottom of the pocket. I pull the stick out and throw it aside.
But, there is more than one hole. There is now a hole in the top of the pocket flap. And, the more I look, the more holes I find til the front of my shorts appear thin as tissue paper and full of holes like Swiss cheese.
I go to my room to discard the shorts...
2) After changing clothes...I find myself holding a big, rectangular(pan) chocolate cake. No pan. Just a loose cake spread across my forearms. I am not sure if I am in the kitchen or bedroom, but I find myself laying back with this then over my chest.
I happen to know there's a cardboard cake box beside me on the right as my family moves about the room. I keep asking them to get the cake box for me before the cake falls apart.
Dad says okay but doesn't get it. Sis says okay but doesn't get it. The cake is starting to fall off my sides and make globs on the floor. I get mad and tell them, "Yea, eat that! You can have THAT bit! Since you're not helping."
I notice other family now in the room, in-laws. And, no one is helping me. Now, I see the cake has changed. Half is all chocolate. The other half is striped with white and dark chocolate frosting. I finally get so frustrated that I stand up, drop the mess on the floor--as everyone looks at it with a gasp--and smear it across the tile with my foot before I leave the room.
What do you make of all that? I have not had much time with my family as of late. No socializing like a party or anything. No cake in sight for at least a week or two. And, I haven't put a hole in my clothing since the day I said goodbye to my grey corduroys. So, what does this mean? I am willing to enterain all ideas, silly or serious. One never knows what might come of this.
