Happy Monday!

The start to another week. I guess by now I should be used to it!

Headaches and Heartaches
Yes, my head still hurts, I'm sort of living on Tylenol. But it's getting better. I finally had the guts to closely look at it and I'm impressed. The stitches are about 1" long in a curvy sort of pattern. No wonder my head hurts! It's still a bit bruised on the side I sleep on, but I will make due.

While in the shower this morning, I felt a bump on my shoulder that wasn't there before. When I looked in the mirror, it looks like a Bad Thing. When I go in next week to get the stitches out, I'll ask the doctor to look at it.

Why do these things all happen at once?? Why do all your ligthbulbs burn out at the same time? Why do celebrities die in 3's? (Ed Bradley, Jack Palance, ??. Keith Richards is always the next one expected to die. I guess some things never change!) What do dreams mean? Why is there air??

Dream Interpretation
This is where it gets kind weird, so if you don't want to know, don't read this section!!!

I had a dream the other night that was really weird, but I can't figure out why or what it might mean. Do you believe in dream intreptation? I think they may have something to do with what's happen in your life, but I'm not sure if they really mean anything. Maybe God is answering my prayers and I just have to figure it out. Freud said everything was sexual, but that is just not applicable to my life right now. I usually don't remember my dreams, but this one was very clear in my mind, and pretty much still is.
The dream was all about housing or residences, all in the past. Not real homes I've lived in, but general geographic locations, specifically Boca Raton or South Florida.
The first part of the dream I remember being in some home that was huge, but I never saw it from the outside. I was in an area that was like any other apartment, living room, carpet, the normal. But there was an entrance to a large, 'hallway', enlaid with marble, and as you walked you passed an area off to the side, like a room, with huge marble columns, some open stairs and a huge bed or some kind of furniture , draped with curtains. (Ah ha! The sexual meanings! No, this was only a room!) Next to that was a large double window, drapes, lots of iron and marble, kind of Romanesque. As you walked down the hall, it ended in another type of room, completely different. I remember being with the people that lived there now, but I had lived there. I never explored the entire 'house', I had only lived in the front part, the back rooms I never explored or lived in. But these people who lived there now had taken full advantage of the home and lived in the entire building. I don't know if I'd had this dream before, but everything felt very familar, like I had been there before these people fixed up the back rooms. This part brings to mind a condo I rented in Boca Raton a development called 'Boca Bayou', multi-storied buildings on the Intercoastal Waterway. It was an old building, definately a rental unit, shag rugs and silver wall paper in the master bathroom, fake wood panels in the living room. I never really 'moved in', I had boxes stored in the guest room that I never opened. I lived there just a year, then I bought my own home.
So the next part of the dream, I was living in a green house on stilts, again at the beach, but there was no water, I just knew it was South Florida. This was not even remotely like the home I bought in Boca. In my dream, the house next door was exactly like it, almost looked like a duplex, but it was 2 separate dwellings, with 2 driveways, 2 entrances. I had discovered that all the main supporting posts were rotting. Somehow, they were not built right and water had gotten to them. I was thinking about replacing all the windows and selling the place, but then I discovered the supporting posts were bad and there was no reason to replace the windows. I remember the house was sagging. I was worried about what to do, thinking I could get the county to condem the place. The house next door was just fine, no sagging, no rotting beams. So just towards the end of the dream, I realized that I had sold that place and no longer had to deal with it. I was talking to the current owners about what they planned to do.
What does this all mean? Lots of symbolism, I'm sure lots of hidden meanings, or just rantings of a disillusioned dreamer? Or was God answering my prayers?

Not More!
I was so hoping of no more news about Brittney and K-Fed (or Fed-Ex, as I've heard him called). What stupid rich people do!
Is Tom Cruise gone yet? How about Jennifer Anniston? Now that I work in the grocery store, I get to see all the front covers of such highly intellectual magazines as Us Weekly or National Inquirer. I guess that explains the weird dreams.