Tag Archives: Dreams

Working on a bucket list

Sometimes, when things have been so weird and tense and uncertain, then it all gels and becomes unweird, that is what’s weird…the unweird. You get used to it, you know, like a dog gets used to being kicked or you … Continue reading

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I had a dream

I had a dream last night that I was in a land (country? on a planet?) where there was no knowledge of God. Not just denial of Him, but a complete unawareness that He existed.  It was a place where … Continue reading

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Better now

We’re better now. The crushing disappointment of yesterday has been warped into anger, which burned for a while and was settled with the hurling of curses and humor (that always seems to work for us), and soothed with the discussion … Continue reading

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Early to rise

so, last night I got a spur-of-the-moment invitation to dinner. Terry was eating with some coworkers, and at the last minute said “Hey, they want you to come too!” which was great because they were eating at this new place … Continue reading

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reaching up

I have been a housewife for 25 years. When I was a child, I dreamed of various things. I wanted to be a physician- a neurologist or maybe a psychiatrist, then decided no, the sight of blood made me faint … Continue reading

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Dream a little dream

I have disaster dreams when things get hairy in life. And, things have been kind of hairy. Oh, not in Real Life. Actually as far as the normal living stuff of bills and health and relationships and all that day-to-day … Continue reading

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I would call us Tooterites.

Have you ever felt like getting away from it all? I don’t mean taking a vacation to the beach, either. I mean…finding a chunk of land, building a big fence around with and hanging signs on the gate telling everyone … Continue reading

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