This Cellar Door

I had a dream that the Russian members of our company QA team (there are oddly several) opened a rock quarry. I shared the dream with a member of the QA team and he offered such an awesome analysis that I needed to share it.

I couldn’t resist posting about a dream I had several years ago that has now resurfaced with new meaning.

Sweet dreams of San Francisco but frustrations with too many postcard photos for photo week.

Sometimes I have to post my really crazy dreams. Maybe some day I’ll pay someone to make sense of them. In the meantime, I like to talk things out here.

My impending move is becoming closer to a reality, marked by anxiety dreams. But I did confirm the route for the drive out when the day comes.

Snippy’s more of a sick puppy than we realized. And an unusually strong Indiana earthquake has my nerves on edge about a move to a very active fault line.

Dreaming of San Francisco…literally and my big hope that I love driving a Mini as much as I love reading about driving a Mini.

I’m finally starting to take notice of the meaning of my recurring dreams of running red lights.

Sitting out Halloween as I try to recover from the monster cold, but the night wasn’t a waste as I watched Dead Like Me and had some lovely chats while checking out some new tunes.

I wish Cary Grant could be the messenger in all my dreams, but alas, I’m happy to have had him in just one. Plus, a visit from Zach and my sister scoring me some sweet concert tickets, made for a good time.

More dreams about lacking control, but this time I ask for help.

Snippy’s interests seem to be invading my subconscious. We’re both dreaming about rabbits. In other news, I’m learning British, singing the blues, and struggling with keeping my music collection in harmony.

I must say I hang out with the coolest people in my dreams. And I know they’re dreams, because I’m always playing it cool around them. Last night I hung out with my main man, Trent. My psyche was apparently really upset about me missing out on their show this week.

Anxiety about my upcoming 5-year HS class reunion made itself known in this crazy series of dreams.

My odd dream about a strange albino cat managed to be a premonition of something the next morning. It was not a pleasant site.