"I had a really weird dream last night. "
No matter how many times that line is said, I am still drawn in. My response is always, "Really! Tell me about it."
Yesterday I blamed my mom for embarrassing me. Today I blame her for my interest in dreams. Dreams are fascinating. I'm a bit Freudian that way.
Whether someone dreams in color or black and white doesn't matter too much to me. The juxtaposition of activities in someone's life and how they manifest in that someone's dreams is what I find interesting.
I wonder if dreams help people figure out dilemmas. I wonder how much what people dream affects their moods for the day.
That said, I dreamed last night I needed to donate platelets.
Not an interesting or weird dream and it does nothing for my mood today. I do feel the need to schedule an appointment with the Red Cross.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
Hhhhmm ... sounds like you need to get out more often if you're dreaming of platelets! At least you can remember yours; about the only thing I remember is that I was dreaming and that I forgot what I was dreaming about. Talk about cursed.
Post a Comment