To Dream a dream....or if hogs could ride Harleys...

I had a dream a couple of nights ago about a city of which I have never heard. I had no idea where it was, or that it was, until I looked it up on Google Maps. I have no idea why I dreamed of it, but I am going this weekend to see what is there. I hope to find an answer to the mystery as to why I would dream of it. I will let you know how it turns out.

I, normally, do not set a lot of store in dreams, but once in a while I have to give some credence to my night visions. They sometimes tell me things I need to know.  But more often than not, the only thing conveyed in my dreams is a sense of wonder as to why such things would come into my mind...let me give you a for instance (and if anyone is adept in interpretation of dreams...feel free to let me know). I dreamed last night of a man who appeared to have no teeth...but a wide-mouth grin revealed he had one molar--far back, top, left side. (?) Some years ago, I dreamed my cat had puppies. (?) I dreamed I gave birth to a child that resembled Gary Coleman...when I questioned if I had been given the right baby, the newborn child looked up at me and said, "What you talkin' 'bout Mama?" (That could be just too much TV!!) The most unusual dream I ever had was several years ago; it remains vivid in my memory.


In the dream, I lived in a realm where the superior..or ruling entity was Hogs...as of the swine variety...yep, they all rode Harley Davidson motorcycles...they herded human beings and set very strict rules of behavior for the people still living free (as in not penned up)...such as..humans were not allowed to have a Christmas Tree, they were not allowed to go in certain places in the town...which, of course, lead to a underground of movement and secrets. Every so often a few humans were rounded up and put into a sty..or pen....where they walked about on hands and knees and were fed from a moving conveyor belt. On the belt would be what appeared to be lettuce and other greens chopped like salad...it was quite palatable...except...there were little red pieces mixed in with the greenery and if you ate one of the red things you died....and if you refused to eat you were killed. Well, thanks to a snitch, I got caught trying to smuggle a Christmas tree into my home and was put into the pen....I was trying to eat and not consume a red morsel when I awoke with a fog in my brain...oh, did I mention the Hogs also wore leather jackets?  Now, what was that all about?

Some of my dreams make absolute sense, or, I can at least tie them back to something on my mind, or something that happened during the day...but hogs on Harleys...can't imagine...

My day dreams aren't quite so bizarre...but they all start out with "some day...."  I think "some day" is a euphemism for "never," but we all gotta have a dream. Some day I will go to Hawaii, some day I will get to retire, some day I will be thin again, some day I will get to do what I want to do...not what I have to do!--speaking of dreaming the impossible dream...

For today, however, I am planning to follow my dream into the unknown....let's see...will I find genealogical records heretofore not available? Perhaps a pot of gold or a tract of land waiting for me to claim it? Oh, a long lost (never known) benefactor awaits to whisk me away to my inherited castle, in Hawaii, where I can retire and do all the things I want to do. I would have a personal trainer who would transform me in to the fair lady I would like to become...far away from the cold night air, with one enormous chair and lots of chocolate for me to eat....wouldn't it be lovely?

Okay, it is time to come back to earth again--work beckons...drat!  Just when things were starting to look up!