I'm at a celebratory dinner at the Schumaker's house on Washington near Charlevoix. I'm sitting at a table and some expensive wines are being served. I ask if I can have a tiny sip and someone says, "Absolutely not!" I'm a bit pissed off and I say might have to leave because I'm really tired. Then I'm served a platter of huge shrimp. I cut into one and eat it, shell and all. It makes a crunching sound. A girl sitting next to me is really bothered by it and she's about to puke. I figure maybe I should scoop out the insides and eat it. There's a mixture of rice and chopped shrimp inside it and it tastes fantastic!
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!
Thursday, June 29, 2023
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