It's My Life

02-28 - Tears on My Pillow


Dreams

One of my d-land peeves is when people describe their dreams. When I see that someone has done that, I politely click away. It's always funnier and more relevant to the writer than anyone else. I am not saying that people should not write about them. Go right ahead. I just don't care to read about them. But if you do, no need to describe every detail in a long winded 10 paragraphs

And so...Last nite I was having a dream and woke up crying. What was so scary you ask? Someone with a knife chasing me? Me falling off a tall building? All my teeth falling out? Nope. My sweet little Buddy rabbit wiggled out of his leash at the grocery store, hopper over the deli counter and into the large pot of boiling water meant for the lobster.

Tears soaking my pillow. Funny really. But not at the time.

:)


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