It is 4:16 and I am hard at work (perhaps hardly). I am listening to Carmina Burana. Oh for more tuna. There is something fishy about that last sentence.
So I had a weird dream the other night. Here is what I remember.
I am walking through my house when I look out a window and realize that there is a secret balcony just outside the window. I look out and see about 10 dogs and several bird feeders. I step out onto the balcony and play with the dogs. One of the dog is hanging on my arm by his teeth, but it does not leave a mark or hurt. I sit down and the dogs turn into children. For whatever reason, they come with the house. They ask me if I am their father now and I tell them yes.
I hear Jenn calling me to go to dinner. I head back in through the window and the children start to follow me. I tell them that their place is on the balcony and we will put food out for them. They are not allowed in the house.
I wake up.
Carmina Burana. You just brought back a fun college choir memory. And yes, we all laughed when we sang that last phrase.
does this dream have to do with Barack Obama in some way? My husband tells me I try to relate everything to Barack Obama’s evil ways. So i thought I would try here.