Long ice cream lines at Mayan temples.
$54 for melted ice cream cone towers when I want a milkshake.
Paco the cook is smarter than the boss.
Next lady doesn't know her flavors, bare hands scooping.
John Cleese takes my family hostage.
I remove my eyeball to get dirt off it.
John's impressed, gives cunnilungus.
Ok, I just know that last line woke you all up after you were scratching your heads wondering what the heck I was talking about. I very rarely have dreams I can remember in the morning but lately I have been having some seriously weird dreams. That whole mess up there is just a quick synopsis of 2 of the more bizarre ones. Sorry, I had nothing else for the 55 this week. Sometimes coming up with a thing to count is tough too. It's not because I am so ungrateful for good things in my life. It's because I want it to be something I can write about in a somewhat interesting way.
No I am not counting the bizarre nocturnal ramblings of my so obviously disturbed mind...I mean really...I have dreams about towers of ice cream cones that are too expensive and melt before I can eat them...then I have a sex dream about John Cleese??? What the hell is wrong with me??? Although I did wake up laughing after each of those absurd dreams....but I digress.
What I am counting is real dreams. I've been wanting to do a post about them for a long time. I've had something languishing in drafts for ages. I've had some real dreams languishing in draft for ages too. I think going to Texas alone gave me time to think about them. Seeing a dear friend marry the man of her dreams, knowing some of the dreams they share, meeting Seamus and seeing how he's making some of his dreams come true, seeing evidence of dreams come true for Signgurl when I got to meet her, hearing G-man say I made a dream come true for him, it all gave me pause.
Some of my dreams were buried alive and I was haunted by the way they scratched beneath their graves. Others were put on a shelf and carefully preserved. They need dusting off. Some new ones have been born and are crying to be fed. I've apologized for some dreams, neglected others, let a few die. I've been overjoyed to nurture a dream of two for others. I still have dreams. This week I'm counting my own dreams and trying to figure out how to give them life.
If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer...
If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax golden tales to spin.
Come in! Come in!