- Share This Post
- Pin It
- 0
- 0
-
Sparkle (0)
Day 6: Weekend freewriting.
I was digging through the fridge of one of many houses I grew up in, the one we lived in when my siblings and I were removed from our mother's custody. In the dream, it wasn't her house. It was someone's, like a relative or friend, perhaps Brian from high school, because he was there sucking on my fingers, which bothered my husband.
I kept going back to the fridge to look for pizza, but the box was empty.
Both my present little dog, Pomeranian, and my past little dog, Dachshund, were there. I was keeping a close eye on them, so I could let them outside often enough to prevent pottying in the house. It was snowy and dark outside and I forgot them outside for a while, but they were fine.
We were all getting ready to go to a Nirvana concert, but I couldn't find my ID card. Plus, I was trying to arrange for my sister or one of my friends to watch my sleeping baby in the van.
I ended up walking the long ways home. Along the way I found a discarded plastic dragon toy, which I picked up for my youngest daughter.
unschoolinglifestyle.com - Dreamscape tour
saramcgrath.blogspot.com