I woke up the other morning in the middle of a bad dream. I’d been dreaming that someone had not only pulled my dog’s tail, but had pulled it OFF.
In my pre-dawn dream world, my poor Dexter, proud wagger of a lush and expressive plume, would forever have to live with this amputation. And so would I.
The closest interpretation I can find of my bad dream is this:
“To dream of an animal’s tail represents obstacles and aggravation in situations where peace was anticipated.”
Well, I DID spend time on Facebook. I’m open to other guesses you may have what this dream may mean.
I had trouble shaking the feeling of anger and fear I woke up with. I remained in a grumpy mood all day. #firstworldproblem
Do you remember your dreams? Which ones stay with you more — good dreams or bad dreams? Do you try to find meaning in the ones that stay with you?
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Last week I set out from Denver to head to Orlando for a conference about adoption laws and practices.
I got to stay in in a Doubletree Hotel Resort for a couple of days. The grounds were beautiful. Continue reading I Went to Orlando for Adoption, Not Disney
Last week I planted two earworms, both with notoriously long endings. I challenged you to estimate which song had more Na Nas, and by a little or a lot.
In one corner, the Hey Jude outro times in at 3:50, a definite advantage . However, as Jess pointed out, much of that time is taken up not only by Na Nas, but also by Hey Judes.
Continue reading Inquiring Minds Want to Know
A comment left on a recent post caused me to revisit an article published originally on The Huffington Post, now reprinted here.
Feeling Like an Imposter
On a spring day many years ago, Crystal was about to leave the hospital after giving birth the day before. Continue reading What if I’m Raising Someone Else’s Children?