This will be a short one. Been really busy over the past couple of months with moving south, but as I’ve said before, at least I’m writing.
I like to write about my dreams, when I can remember them, and then be my own Freud and try to figure out what they meant.
But this last one that I remember was pretty weird and I’m still not sure what it means, or if it even has any meaning. Maybe it was just my mind saying enough already, I need a distraction.
This is what I remember. Continue reading