It’s been a while since we’ve had a dream on this page! This one I’ve tried to replay and remember all morning because my dearest friend who is ALL THE WAY IN NY (not fair is it?) was a main character and thought it a good past time to sit and read about my warped mind and how everybody fits into it. So, as I sit and have my morning coffee and eat a yogurt, here goes:
First of all I believe this stemmed from watching Hell’s Kitchen last night, b/c I was in some sort of kitchen and leaving out a back stairwell which had those stairs I am absolutely terrified of. (my palms are sweating!) The kind that have the holes in the back, the kind you can see right through, the SAME very kind you could totally slip and fall and go right through the back of them!! (Ok, now my heart is pounding) You get the picture…those kind. Somebody else was with me, was it my husband?…I don’t know, but we’re kind of rushing down the stairs and I remember being afraid or whatever. Then we are on the city streets of NY and it must have been my good friend Peggy with me because we were suddenly on our walk home from this kitchen place and I can see all the tall skyscrapers above me and we’re walking. Richard Delabrue(?) whom I grew up with in H.S. was walking behind us with some type of iPod/Nintendo game thingy. Not sure what that was all about, but we’re walking…. This is where it’s fuzzy b/c I can picture everything but I haven’t the slightest how to write it. Umm…. Something about it starting to rain, and walking a far way across NYC all the way to near CT. Then there was this type of cobblestone drive which wound up a hill and in a past dream I dreamt we were driving on it, and this time we were walking. (Peggy is there anything like this near you?) Now, flash forward and we’re in a type of city apartment looking at a photo album of sorts and there’s little Barbie/girl-type stickers all glittery and totally teenage. I see a picture of Peggy in one and say, “Where your nails done there?” Meaning, acrylics/ fake ones. She says, “No. (and shows her own hands now) They’re just done, like now”. Oh, ok. I said, “Oh, ok, they’re pretty.” Then Peggy tells me that the photo album/stickers were from Queen Elizabeth. Huh?!
I’m pretty sure that’s all I can scrounge right now. I wish I could show you all the inside of my mind with how everything looked! Until the next time….
