It makes no sense.

Two nights ago I dreamed I had a scintillating (yes, really) conversation with Paris Hilton.

Last night I dreamed I woke up from a nap on the grass (where? why?) to find a mountain gorilla kindly watching over me.

Usually, I don’t “meet” my dreams; it may be better that way.

One comment

  1. kayak woman says:

    I had one of my horrible “packing” dreams. I guess I won’t go into detail here. I’d just as soon forget it all.