Telephone ~ Lady Gaga and Beyonce

After almost 12 hours of sleep and a shower and toast for breakfast, I am feeling very comfortable in my own skin. Very at peace with me. And the decisions I make. Decisions like not pushing for things to be everything I want them to be right now. Decisions to just wait and see. I am feeling very good about that right now.

But that is not what this post is about. This post is about a dream I had last night. I had a very long dream involving the earth's water sources and pollution and bottled water which was totally bizarre and boring and I will not put you to sleep with the details. But if you are having trouble sleeping, contact me. I will tell you all about it.

I had another dream. A bad dream. A dream that I mostly can not talk about because it was too upsetting. The point is, in the dream all I had to do was dial 911. That was my sole task. So I picked up the phone and it looked (very vaguely) like this:

I could not figure it out. All I had to do was call for help. And by the time I figured it out, it was too late.

I think it is a good thing that I am not into dream analysis.

May your weekend be fantastic and devoid of the need to dial 911 on a phone that just likes messing with people.