It is already Wednesday. I will make it through this crazy Chickless week!! I WILL!!
This isn't easy.
I realized partway through the day on Tuesday that I am just never ever alone. When I am at work, I am surrounded by people from the moment I get there until the moment I go home. When I am at home, the Chick is always there. She entertains me! Constantly!
My life is about constant entertainment.
It seems like having some alone time would be exciting-- even thrilling for me. And in many respects, that is true. But you see, I have this idea in my head: I have time ALONE! I should be writing! I should be painting! I should be buckling down and working!! And then, I end up being distracted and walking around looking at the sleeping cats and bunny who are all ignoring me.
But then, I guess, there is also a lot of merit to the idea of balance, yes?
OK, you're right. (Did you even know you were in this conversation? Well, you are.)
Thanks for your help. (See-- you are even helpful!)
On to the dream, then.
This week's dream involves that state you get to right before you fall asleep. That sort of awake- sort of asleep place where anything can happen.
It also involves...well.. you'll see.
When I was little, we had chickens in our yard. They lived in the cutest yellow chicken coop. I loved those chickens!!!! My sister always tells me that I loved the chickens so much because I didn't have to clean up after them (which apparently became her job-- who knew?). I just got to go out to the coop and pet them and collect their warm, brown eggs.
I thought the chickens were positively dreamy!
Good times.
So the dream was about them. Actually, I wouldn't call it so much of a dream as a vision. Like the Cat in the Coffee Aisle, this dream consisted mainly of a visiony flashy sort of thing.
As I was drifting off to sleep, I saw a vision of the chickens. Beautiful chickens!
Out loud (in real life) I said "OH! THE CHICKENS!"
The Chick, who was sitting next to me reading, woke me up. "What about the chickens?" she asked.
But it was no use. There was no explanation. It was nothing about the chickens. It was simply, "Oh, the chickens!" They were just there. That was all.
"Nothing...." I answered and went back to sleep.
THE END.
Tune in next week, when the dream is about...
Well, I can't actually tell you. It would spoil everything!!
