On the Twentieth Day of 2005…

…during the early morning dream hour I have a nightmare about being at a gig, all set up and ready to perform, when out of nowhere I find myself driving away from the venue, getting lost, remembering I’m supposed to be on stage, and then accidentally stopping at and wandering into some strange, empty house.Continue reading “On the Twentieth Day of 2005…”

#299: In a Dream, a Hammer Crushed a Teacup

In a dream, a Hammer crushed a Teacup, Seagulls flew overhead, one, wearing a Ballet Slipper, having lost its mate to a Shark. I sit at a Wobbly Table, recently crowned a third time by my Dentist, singing the Rowboat song. My therapist, who specializes in dream interpretation, is sad. He has no idea what it means. InContinue reading “#299: In a Dream, a Hammer Crushed a Teacup”