Dreams

I have weird dreams sometimes, well, most of the time. And by weird, I mean Marching Band trips to outer space and falling sideways through this hallway:

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But I also believe that the dreams I have reflect the circumstances and problems in my life. If I have a metaphorical monkey on my back, my dreams will usually express this problem. It brings a certain clarity to life, which I really appreciate. If I have a wacked up dream about something, I like to think it's my brain telling me to get my act together.

So, I usually end up trying to dissect my dreams for clues; hoping for some edge or insight. But sometimes, as Sara told me one day, a tree is just a tree; it isn't always hiding a forest.

I guess this would explain the old timey western saloon that was my church in a dream once