Last night I had a dream that I was being challenged by a short red-eyed robot girl who might have had red hair too. I topped that dream with a waitress dream. The one where I can’t put my waitressing uniform together or find a ticket book or a pen to take the orders.
Thankfully, I woke up after telling everyone to evacuate the area which was under attack by an army. But I now know the robot girl is Fiona. I am keenly aware of my subconscious today. How about you?
And If you enjoyed what you read, subscribe, via the subscription box in the sidebar, to my thrice weekly posts via your emailbox. And visit me on Instagram to see my daily pictures, friend me or like my page on Facebook. Or come find me on Twitter or Pinterest too. I am always practicing Intentional Intouchness so chat at me please. I live for conversations.
And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.
2 Comments
I dreamed Al Pacino was outside my house trying to shoot me through the windows while I slept, and then when I moved through the house, he followed to every window, smiling sometimes. Hmm…
No more Scarface for you. I would also suggest no more news (I have none In my life) And the only person allowed to watch is your grandma.