Sometimes the stresses of life weigh down. Worries about work, sick pets, health, what the future holds. 

Then, when you possess a mind like mine, all that stress dissolves with a dream.

I was in England, in a large bakery and tea shop. I don't know if they have such things. The place was full of very mature women.  I was being ignored as a bothersome American. 

So, what did I do? Why I grabbed a wooden spoon and floated around the high ceilings like a witch on a broom making scary noises. 

That got their attention. 


terri said...

I'm always jealous of your dreams!

Karen said...

I've been having crazy dreams too lately. If you're going to have naked dreams at least do something productive in them.