I dream all the time, but I don't always remember the dreams when I wake up.
And with the dogs waking me up many times a night, my dreams are often in multiples, like last night.
My first dream was me entering my father's barber shop ( my father has been dead these many years ), sitting down in one of the chairs and saying to him:
machine on the sides and easy on the top!
He was standing with his back to the window so I could not really tell how he looked, but I did wonder why I giving him the instructions in English.
The other part of the nightly dream was that somebody had given me an enormous bag of colored jelly beans, and it was imperative to me that I got all the colors separated and stashed in glass jars. One color per jar. The better part of the dream was this person sitting separating jelly beans.
Sometimes it is convenient when the dogs wake me up and save me from some incredibly boring dream.
But I dream all the time.
1 comment:
Who was sorting the jelly beans? Aren't dreams odd? Talking to your father in English cracks me up, did he hear you? I enjoy peeking into your world, thank you for sharing!
Love, Cindy
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