Pounder and I are staying with a rich Great Aunt who looks like Helen Mirren. The two of us are shopping for beer and I decide I'm going to drink over the weekend but will quit on Monday. Then I'm walking around the Village barefoot. I'm wearing a dress shirt and tie and my pants are rolled up. I run into my aunt and her lady friend outside the Jacobson's Home Furnishing store and she wonders why I'm not at her house for dinner. I tell her I need to change. Then I go into the restaurant across the street where Pounder is finishing lunch. I tell him we need to go. He takes one last sip of wine and leaves a half full glass on the table. We both decide that we don't need to drink.
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!
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