As I reviewed the title to this post I realized that one day I will write posts that begin, “Back at the turn of the century…”
That was more thinking than I thought I was going to do first thing this morning.
Last night I dreamed I was a performance artist in a big old dark Victorian-style house.
The walls were in one room were all white, and we were painted white so we could stand against the wall, and look like statues. Everyone was having a ball spraying each other with white paint from a hose. I saw a friend from my teen-age years.
I guess that’s all got something to do with my I with my youthful dreams of being a writer, artist and actress.
Okay, I have to get myself ready because I want to run an errand or two before my ride arrives.
But wouldn’t it be more fun to sit here cross-legged on my futon writing about my dreams? It would,but I have a heavy to-do list before me.
But still it would be so cool to sit here and tell you about the vivid dreams I had as a child. In those I lived in Roman Times. I think it was all the gladiator movies that played on the TV that never seemed to be turned off. It’s a wonder I didn’t dream I was Annie Oakley – there was a lot of cowboy action on that set too.
Okay, now I am really going to get ready.
Give yourselves big hugs.