You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him drink.

My husband, the dreamer...

My husband relayed a nightmare that he had a night or two ago. He dreamt he was on a beach of some sort with many people. Every one was working to clean up what appeared to be massive quantities of dog …uh, err…well, I’ll just say it…crap. It was stinking and disgusting and it was knee deep everywhere. Some one next to him, who in the dream he thought he knew as a person very close to him and yet was identifiable, suddenly flung a massive and steaming mound of it, hitting him square in the face. He was horrified and nauseated and absolutely furious. He scrambled to find a means in which he could use to clean it off. He found water and rags and began working diligently to remove this horrible mass that had been let fly upon him while he was just minding his own business. He wiped and he washed and wiped some more, but the mess couldn’t be fully removed. He plunged his head in buckets of water and scrubbed with a variety of paper towels and wash clothes and sponges, but no matter what he did he could never get rid of it all. He managed to conquer his forehead only to find more of the vile stuff on his chin, and as he washed that away, more would appear on his right ear or on the back of his neck or in his hair. And then…he woke up.

He was very upset by this dream, clearly, as he never feels the need to tell me details of his dreams. I love talking over my dreams with my sister is who is quite studied in the interpretation of them. Dreams can be metaphors for many pertinent issues in one’s life. Water, for example, is part of letting something go. Babies can be shout outs for one to take care of oneself a little more. So…what is dog crap then? Actually, I think I have the theme of this dream pegged and it made me chuckle a bit. My task, as his wife, is to lead him to find the humor in this mystical message so that he might understand in which direction he needs to head next.

Hello!

Today is the day I get back to my thoughts. It has been so busy and I have haven't had a bit of time to write down a thing in ages. So, in an effort to remember myself a little each day...or at least on a weekly basis, I am making a promise to myself that I will get back to my thoughts, delusions and random brain blips. I know EVERYBODY is awaiting my next wisdom (that's sarcasm for those less cynical than me) and as soon as I make since of all the voices in my head I'll lay it out right here. Until then!