A blog to share my dreams. No, not my aspirations, but my actual dreams. I find our subconscious world absolutely fascinating--maybe someone can give me a bit of insight into just what these crazy dreams mean. Have at it world!
Friday, September 20, 2019
9/19/19
1. I was carefully painting a blue drop shadow on the word "Tosca." The word was vertical, rather than horizontal.
2. I was at a party on someone's patio and I was eating some sort of meat dish/stew that had a layer of filo over it. There was a rail thin blonde there who made a comment about it, and I explained that it was like the filo used to make baklava. She had never heard of baklava and I explained in great detail how to make it. At one point my father used the word "spic" and we were shocked because we'd never heard him make a racist comment. We figured maybe it was a sign of Alzheimers.
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