Good morning!
It’s a good morning!
Do you dream?
I do.
Just recently, and I’m over several decades old, I found out that not everyone dreams. Amazing. I found that amazing! And I’m talking about those dreams you get at night before you fall asleep, and while you’re sleeping and then as you’re waking up. Not the Martin Luther King, Jr. “I have a dream,” but the bedtime sleepy dreams. They can even be complete novels.
Just this morning as I was dreaming I saw Christmas village evergreen trees suction-cupped to the ceiling. That made me smile. Then I saw a stack of stencils, one was a dog. That stencil-dog sat up and barked! LOL.
Hubby doesn’t dream, ever.
And yet, I don’t know if there’s ever been a night I didn’t dream.
They can be very beneficial. I’ve dreamed up Christmas plays. I’ve dreamed up logistical solutions to putting kids on and off stage for sister’s school programs.
I’ve dreamed about how to rearrange furniture, what menu to create for a holiday dinner, and answers to crossword puzzles. I’ve composed poems, and written a first chapter in a book.
The brain is a wondrous thing. Supposedly, we only use 10% of our brains but that’s been recently debunked. Researchers have found through MRIs that the brain is completely active, even during sleep. This I believe.
During sleep just last week, I saw a taller thin man in a pastel blue shirt wheeling around in a computer chair. Not so interesting right? Well, wait until you hear the rest of the story. He wheeled up to a table and arranged cupcakes into a white box, then when he turned to look at me his face turned into Santa Claus! Then he wheeled back to his computer, put his hands on the keyboard, turned to look at me and again his face turned into Santa Claus!
Another night last week, I saw little bluish-black penguins all nicely rounded in the shape of teardrop ovals…they were penguin raindrops falling from the sky!
And this unbelievable dream was of a large long white envelope with two words on it, “Tootsie Farm.” What on earth???
A farm of Tootsie rolls?
A farm of Tootsie Pops? I can just imagine them sprouting up on a farm on their little white straw sticks, and when the sun has nicely ripened them they explode with ooey gooey chocolately goodness!
How about Tootsie Toys? Those simply made little metal vehicles?
Or the movie Tootsie with Dustin Hoffman?
Or better yet, my favorite, baby toes – tootsies!
Can you just imagine a farm field of cabbages where the babies stick out their little feet wiggling their little toes in anticipation of approaching parents – Tootsie Farm!
Darling Hubby says, “I don’t know what you’re eating before you go to bed, but you gotta change something!”
“Wake up, smell the coffee.”
I did. I smelled the coffee. Then I woke up. There wasn’t any!
That can’t be a good morning, can it?
Durn those dreams.
