I dream big. Daydream, that is. My night dreams get wild. The other morning when I woke up, I realized I’d just been working on Donald Trump’s campaign. Sometimes I am glad to wake up.
I don’t snore. My husband argues about that. He snores, that’s for sure. He says I don’t “snore bad,” but I do sometimes. I decided to try one of those Breathe Right nasal strips while on vacation. It’s hard to explain what happened that night, but I will try. I was having an extremely intense dream, and while in my dreamstate (a word I just made up according to spellcheck) I knew I was dreaming, and was trying desperately to wake myself up. I was thrashing about and moaning loudly in my dream, and according to the husbandman, in reality, as well.
I didn’t put the nightmarish dream and the nasal strip together until sometime later when I tried the strip again at home…and the same thing happened. I’ll just snore (but not bad), thank you very little, Breathe Right/Wrong.
My daydreams? They are so vivid and detailed I don’t even know me in my day-dreamland. I’ve written several books in my head from my fantasies. I have a real book started, but since I am AADD and a procrastinator, I only have around 5,000 words written. I need around 45,000 more. Go me!
Life is a saga…until you’re old, then it’s a vapor. Trouble is, no one believes that until they’re old. It’s a little late then, isn’t it?
The education saga…we never stop learning..which makes me wonder why some of us are still so dumb. :::looking around, hoping no one is looking at me wondering that:::
The election saga…The Donald and Hillary. I find myself wondering if it will ever end while realizing it hasn’t gotten good and started yet. Who will trump whom?
The job saga…we work and work until retirement, and many of us work during/after retirement. Where I work…3/4 of the retirees come back part time. It must be a heck of a deal they only tell us as we prepare to leave. They haven’t told me the secret yet.
The restroom saga…I bet ya, whoever a woman identifies as, I can just about guarantee you she doesn’t want to use a men’s room. ‘Nuff said.
My diet is a saga…a lonnng drawn out, rollercoaster, yo-yo of a saga. (Typed as I eat pizza and cookies. Don’t judge my saga.)
I’ll end this post before it, too, becomes a saga.
Have you ever seen a baby who rocks? My daughter was a rocker from the time she was able to crawl until she became a teenager, at which time being a “rocker” took on a totally different meaning.
She would rock in her baby bed, in her high chair, in the car…and anywhere else she happened to be. Once, while she was still very little, she sat against my parents’ fireplace, and before I could stop her, she leaned forward and came back hard right into the bricks. It was the last time she tried that…on bricks at any rate.
In this age of dishonesty and distractions, we have too much information and truth is hard to find. And the things people will believe! Our youth believe Kanye West is talented and makes music. Women think Hillary is on their side. We have so many answers that people have stopped asking questions! Is anyone searching for the truth?
Obnoxious people don’t like truth. It makes them feel insulted. Unfortunately, truth is truth, whether they (or I) like it or not. We can’t bend the truth to make it fit our own biases and opinions, because in the long run, truth will always trump deception.
Speaking of Trump…who would have believed Donald Trump would be the last man standing on the Republican ticket? The question now is will he win by a landslide, or will he win by a smaller margin? I think he will win because people are weary of Washington. All of ‘em. It will be an interesting November, don’t you think?
Here’s a fact that can’t be denied…some people call it karma, others call it kismet, or just getting one’s just deserts…but it is truth: You reap what you sow…God cannot be mocked. (Galatians 6:7) Sow some good seeds and be patient. Harvest time will come.