A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes
Dreams.
I must have them.
I just don’t remember them. At all.
Linking up with Finish the Sentence Friday: My best dream ever was . . .
Selfie of me passed out. No silly. This is supposed to be me asleep. ZZZZ. Dreaming nothing.
I’m stumped.
Plane crashes. Teeth falling out. Being swept away by tidal waves. Accidentally killing some one when I was digging a large hole at the beach only to turn around and see two feet sticking out of the pile of discarded sand that accumulated behind me. I thought how am I going to get out of this one.
There have also been dreams that have been just plain interesting, darn it.
Tunneling deeper and deeper in some old house. Another where I was on raft adrift on an endless calm sea sensing an enormous sea creature right underneath.
Those interesting ones I usually look up on Dream moods. Along the ones where people die and planes crash.
Just to remind myself that most of what is played in our mind while sleeping is not a foreshadowing but a working out of the subconscious.
Back to the task at hand.
My best dream ever?
I could make something up. Like I went to heaven. Or spent the entire day on a tropical island. Or won the Museum of Aviation Foundation Marathon in picturesque Warner Robbins, Georgia.
No. Can’t do that to you. Because I am above all a blogger with the purest standards of journalistic integrity. Most days, anyway.
Maybe my best dream is yet to come?
How about you?
