More Dreams...

Only two ways to sort out the stuff in your head and that's by night screaming or dreaming. The screaming gets stuff out. The dreaming finds places to put stuff you have learned. The night screaming must be done late at night outside naked and it's real cold right now. The dreaming, well you are asleep in a warm bed, so take your pick. The dream:

I was in a boat, water was flood stage and I saw red mud shore lines being battered and eroded by waves. Then I am back home, I look at my watch, I must be at work by three I think to myself. First though I have a riding lawn mower that must be driven up ramps into some kind of U-Haul (they are not one of my sponsors) box van. Only problem is that the van is full of furniture and other household possessions. Lamps and funky bed frames, rickety nigh stands and shoddy book cases. There is no room for the mower. I start to rearrange, but I look at my watch again and think I will never get this done by three.

Then the alarm wakes me up. To bad I don't have a head doctor on retainer, lots of stuff to work with here. Plenty of symbolism to digest. If you come up with anything good, let me know.