I rarely remember my dreams. Hardly ever. It makes my honey crazy. He can go into extreme detail regarding his bizarre dreams but he just doesn't believe me that I really don't remember my dreams. When we were getting married, he asked me constantly if I was dreaming about old boyfriends or crazy wedding scenarios as he had heard other brides had done. He had, I hadn't. I remember 5 dreams that I had recently that made a profound impression. Even now, the details are fuzzy, but the jist is there. The worst was when I vomited in my dream. I searched forever for some dream interpretation. It signaled a new start.
Last night I had the stangest dream, I sailed away to China, in a little row boat to find ya....Alright, enough with the bad 80s songs.
I dreamt that my broke my tooth. The molar that I already broke was broken even more. It was left with jagged edges and had a cavity. Yuck. Either it means that my business is in jeopardy or I really need to go to the dentist and get that molar filled so I can stop worrying about it.
Thursday, March 31, 2005
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"And you said you had to get your laundry cleaned. Didn't want no one to hold you, what does that mean?..."
GREAT! Thanks for getting THAT song stuck in my head for the next month or two - ugh!
Love,
K
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