So I hit the bed early, 7 PM, only to wake about 10:30 in a nightmare. Somehow the Probate office dropped off election polling supplies and I didn’t realize until a voter knocked on my front door!! A nightmare does not have to make sense. But somehow in the bad dream, I tried to “open the poll” in my house, alone, while voters showed up. Then after a few scenes, I just woke up. Dreams are fleeting things and it has been a long time since my old “nuclear war” or “Grandmother’s printing press at elementary school.” Just this one is new and timely as a runoff election in 3 days. NOTE TO SELF: hot Krispy Kreams to poll workers Tuesday morning. Bob Wilson
most of my recurring dreams, like going to school with homework not done, or going to work and not doing any work, have faded, and are more random now.
Not a nightmare, but I had a reoccurring dream about a girl in school. Lisa By far she was NOT the sweetheart of the rodeo. Chubby, with apple red cheeks, mousey red/brown long hair and enough freckles to fill a gallon container She was in every class of mine from kindergarten through sixth grade. She was also in my junior & senior high, but seldom shared classrooms. Personality, she was sort of a blah. Never really interacted with her, other than when compelled to by class requirements. But my subconscious sure liked her. As the subject was always romance. Meanwhile, my awake brain pined for Lori, a proper blonde blue-eyed beauty whom most of the guys drooled over. Lisa dreams ended sometime in my late teens.
