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First off let me apologize to my Korean friends and my Australian friends. I can’t apologize for things said about American’s because they’re true. Keep in mind, this is a dream. I have no control over my dream content. If you don’t believe that please see the dream I just had about a fish lounging in my Lazy Boy and freaking out the cat.
Okay so, here goes.
There’s never enough lemon in lemon cookies.
I watched a Forensic Files marathon today and realized I have no alibi for yesterday.
She was artistic and musical but horrible in the kitchen, however my mother made the best pancakes I’ve ever had in my life. We didn’t even put syrup on them. Today I made her pancakes. So, so good.
There was a slight twinge of guilt as I ate catfish in the presence of my carp. Guilt was burned away by Cajun spices on said dinner.
I have a really good therapist. Thank goodness for this because each morning when my feet hit the floor I think to myself, I’m screwed but not as badly as yesterday.
In order to motivate myself to move past this creative slump I’m in I go online and look at really bad sunflower art. By the time I’m done my eyes are all but bleeding. When I see some sort of grandiose muck up of a perfect flower I want to yell to the artist , “Oh my God, what have you done?” I’ve found that this extreme form of motivation works wonders for me.
Tucked under the warmth of her covers she cradled the phone between her ear and the pillow. With a voice full of nostalgia she said: You’re fortunate to be able to trace your roots back to Africa. Life started there. It’s the center of everything….. I’d hoped she would leave it there but she was in a sentimental mood and needed to speak what was in her foggy, dream filled mind.
The African people are so strong and the children are beautiful. I only met one ugly baby when I was there. I think strength is in their DNA. They’re such resilient people, …and they can dance. White people can’t dance, why is that?
That’s when I started drinking.
fma
Dear Louie Z
But, but, I took you in off the streets. I fed you. I got you fixed for your own health and for proper eco balance. One stray cat can wreak havoc on environmental balance. I acted to save YOU and the WORLD and this is how you repay me? You spray me in the face? You come up to me purring and acting all lovey dovey, lift your tail and spray me in the face? Hmmm, doesn’t seem too grateful to me. You seemed so surprised I wasn’t complimented by your markings. Nope, I wasn’t complimented. I was furious and ready to twirl you by your tail. Then I saw those soft, beautiful eyes and realized I couldn’t swing you here and there. You purred and I knew I didn’t have it in my to toss you back outside in the bitter winter air. Now you’re in the larger dog crate waiting for me to explain to you why I didn’t accept your gift. We’ll get back to that discussion later, probably tomorrow.
For I don’t know how long I’ve had horrible nightmares every single night. I woke up more tired than when I went to bed. Last night was different though, I got real rest last night. The dreams I had were pretty good too. I had a dream about art supplies. There were watercolor pencils and oil paints everywhere. There was a host of brushes with purple acrylic handles and pink acrylic handles. I walked around my living room dazed. I touched each and every pencil, each tube and each brush tip. I was nearly giddy at one point.
I feel as if I’ve gotten away with something. I went to bed, slept and woke up refreshed and without a subconscious beat down aka nightmares. I should go buy a lottery ticket! I don’t know how I got away with it but I did. I won’t to sit and think about why. I won’t sit around and wait for the other shoe to fall as if I don’t trust that good things can happen to me . Nope, I’m just going to take my blessing and go on.
About the dream itself:
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