Drifting in and out of fitful migraine sleep last night, I dreamed I fell in a large sinkhole. There were wild animals in the hole and even in my dream I was hurting. Afraid or unable to move, I laid there hoping for Doug to rescue me, even when I could hear him shouting at me to climb out of the hole. Today my head still hurts and my jaw aches and pops, because I unconsciously grit my teeth when I am stressed or in pain. I need a walking in a field of flowers dream tonight.
Oh, man, you can have a better dream than THAT. Back to bed for you!
I dreamed our teenage daughter admitted that she was shooting heroin with high school seniors and college boys while the rest of the family worked at a charitable cause.
I thought this was going to be your MLK post.
Ben – That would be quite fine with me. 😉
Doug – Thank you for the nightmare.
Danny – Sorry. Nothing that important.
Well, if somebody had thrown firecrakers at you, then I would say you were reliving the end of “The Saga of Doug vs. The Squirrels”