Chicken Mama Dreamin'

I love my dreams. They are so entertaining. Entertaining and strange, weird, creative and fun. My brother, Chris, is envious of my dreams. When we were living at home, upon waking we would stumble into the dining room and share our dreams. My mother was notorious for flying in her dreams. For this I was envious.

Another reason, I think, for my vivid and wild dreams, was the stories my mother would read to me at bed time. Not only did she read from two fabulous children's books that were filled with all of the classic fairy tales, she also read from a collection of Myths and Legends collected from around the world. I can't look at a goat without wondering if it really is an enchanted boy that drank water from a goat hoof print or if a moth trapped in the house could be a princess hiding from an evil witch. *This is actually a picture of the book my mom read from!


Last night I had one of my classic fragmented dreams. I dreamed that Jeff and I were hosting my friends daughters in San Diego and had decided to treat them to a ride on a boat. We were out in the boat and then the big surprise appeared! We had hired Navy Seals to do a demonstration for the girls. Just as the Seals dove into the water, the girls squealed and ran for their history textbooks.


They kept saying, these guys go back to the Greek period. I didn't have a clue what they were talking about until I saw their textbook. On the cover was a piece of Greek pottery with Navy Seals on it!

I end this posting with a challenge to all of the brilliant inventors out there. PLEASE create a system that will enable me to watch my dreams again in the morning! They are too good to only see once!