My Take On Dreams

Maybe because I'm getting old, or maybe because I'm just not as smart as Karen, my dreams are never plot ideas. Oh, I dream plenty--and they are usually weird. Now, I get, it my dreams are weird because I am too.

Last night I dreamt I was going on a cruise and we (some of the "we" were my grown daughters)and we were late arriving at the cruise ship and I lost my purse. New where I'd left it but wasn't allowed to go back. That was just one dream--can't remember the others.

Often I dream about the house in Oxnard where we lived for over 20 years. It never looks quite like it did then. Sometimes we're moving back into it and have lots of remodeling to do. The town around it doesn't look anything like it did back then or the way it looks now. It's a very strange town, with huge old houses, ones I've never seen before--and a bit on the spooky side.

I also dream about the house I grew up in in Los Angeles quite often. That house is no longer there. When I dream about living there, it's as a grown-up, not a child.

Though once in awhile I dream of the house I'm living in now in the foothills of the Sierra, it never looks like it really is. Sometimes it really snazzy and sometimes it looks like something out of a hillbilly movie. Those dreams more often have a nightmare quality to them.

My most frequent dreams are set most anywhere and I'm on a quest--a quest to find a bathroom and I wake up--because I really do need to find a bathroom. (That one I can figure out.)

Frankly, I'm glad I don't know how to interpret dreams because I'd probably learn I'm demented in some way.

This, of course, has nothing to do with mysteries or the writing life, but it's my contribution for today.

Marilyn
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