Coffee is ready, whew that is good timing. Heard the garbage truck go buy so the mad dash, in my sleep fogged brain, to put out the cans was worth the effort.
It only took me an hour to fall asleep last night, and boy did I have some crazy fun dreams. The best one was being in space. It was really cool and in my slumber I experienced weightlessness. I love my dreams most of the time. I wish I could tell my brain what kind of dreams I wanted. I especially like tornado dreams or flying dreams or dreams of my father.
I dream in Technicolor and surround-sound, and I always remember the last dream but often I will have snippets of most of the others. I’ve heard or read this means something but I’m not sure what it is. I also have a recurring dream set in three or four different scenarios. This one usually starts happening when I am feeling restless and antsy. Its that dream where you start out but you cannot get to your ultimate destination. It has been a road trip across country, or not being able to take the right exit off a maize of freeway. I have also had the one where I am in a big house and even though I have retraced my steps I cannot find the front door.
I get restless and antsy being in one place for very long. I was an Air Force brat and I loved it. The adventure of where we were headed next was exciting and imagination stirring for a young girl. My siblings were not so happy about that, they wanted to stay put. There is so much to see out there so why would you want to miss it.
Well that was an interesting side trip. Coffee must be working.
I want to visit every state (I am at 38 now) and then start knocking countries off my bucket list. Most of my bucket list is travel oriented. Ride the Orient Express, fly in a hot air balloon, swim with dolphins, walk the bluebell fields of Kent.
Ok, mind is wandering.
Did I mention singing? Singing a full set of Ella Fitzgerald with a soulful quartet in a basement club. I think I would probably do a real good job with that one.