Sweet Dreams.

I am plagued by troublesome dreams. Nightmares. I do not recall ever having good dreams with the exception of the other night. The encouraging news is that I have a personal interpreter of dreams at my disposal. A Dream Weaver of sorts. It's Robin, my great friend and partner in crimes and intrigues. We are some wild people, let me tell you. Donkeys on the edge. Back to the subject. Honestly, she doesn't miss with her insights. Her gift is as wacked out and as reliable as my "Eye Reading" thing where I can tell if you're a good person or not by the look in your eyes. I also do a party trick with name interpretation. That is good fun. Anywayyyy.....

I have had only two recurring dreams in my life. By recurring, I mean over periods of many years having the same or similar dream about 10 or more times. The first has to do with Danny. As many know, Danny is my boyfriend that died too soon in 1983. My dreams of him are always about me panicking that I have been neglecting him, calling frantically, and then he shows up, and I cannot touch him. It's always sad and unsettling. Of course, any novice can do this one. But,...

My other one had to with me arguing with someone. It would always culminate with my tearing and digging violently at the person's eyes. I would scratch and scream. It was horrible. I thought for so long that it was just about me being angry. But when Robin heard it, she said that it was about me desperately saying, "LOOK at me!!" I cannot describe how accurate that is. Please see me.

So, Robin has no idea, but I'm pimpin' her gift out. Well, not really pimpin' because there is no charge for this freak show. Tell me your dream, and we shall see if my Weaver can speak truth to your unsettled mind. She's gonna kill me.