tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1644036152805047632.post1456134217115395520..comments2024-03-28T05:22:09.542-07:00Comments on Record of a Baffled Spirit: Strong tea, trolleys and weird women.Mike Keytonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15116528233058221536noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1644036152805047632.post-4136807393774820612017-07-09T05:38:13.846-07:002017-07-09T05:38:13.846-07:00Start writing again. They're dying to be let o...Start writing again. They're dying to be let out :)Mike Keytonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15116528233058221536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1644036152805047632.post-11471898104290506322017-07-09T05:35:54.063-07:002017-07-09T05:35:54.063-07:00re: spark off your dreams
Sadly, most of my dream...re: spark off your dreams<br /><br />Sadly, most of my dreams are like this despite what I eat. When I say,'Boy, did I have a weird dream last night.', Greg just shakes his head and says, 'All your dreams are weird.'.<br /><br />We're more surprised when there's a dull dream. :DMaria Zanninihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01604862636922299273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1644036152805047632.post-74629116920751956652017-07-09T04:46:38.272-07:002017-07-09T04:46:38.272-07:00Death on a Texan Plain. Great dream, Maria, and I&...Death on a Texan Plain. Great dream, Maria, and I'm thinking not a bad book title too :)<br />Are there any particular foods that spark off your dreams? And does Greg know what kind of troubleshooter he's married to? :)<br />Mike Keytonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15116528233058221536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1644036152805047632.post-63284726077972633762017-07-07T15:44:01.965-07:002017-07-07T15:44:01.965-07:00LOL! Your dreams are tamer than mine. Last night I...LOL! Your dreams are tamer than mine. Last night I dreamt that two thugs broke into my house, but they were afraid of dogs so when they broke open the door they sent in a beautifully plumed rooster as a decoy.<br /><br />Unfortunately for them--or perhaps me, my dogs tend to disregard chickens even if they're in the house. The punks came in, found me on the couch--I sleep there when my back is hurting--and drag me up to my feet. The dogs, not realizing there was more trouble had gone back to the bedroom and the door shut behind them. <br /><br />I try to make as much noise as possible to wake Greg. One of the punks punches me in the head, but as I fall I kick out and smash the side of his knee. He turns his gun on me but he's in too much pain and it's easy to move the gun. He ends up shooting his friend, and Greg now fully awake shoots the guy who hit me. <br /><br />I REALLY need to get some sleep tonight, and maybe dream of tea.Maria Zanninihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01604862636922299273noreply@blogger.com