Once again, I’ve had unexplainable dreams. Last night’s episodes include a sofa that I was trying to re-upholster with blue, yellow and red sheets of A4-sized plastic which wasn’t an easy or logical task!
I also had a bike ride to a shelter where an ex-boyfriend (let’s call him Chicago) kissed me. Kissing someone else in a dream was odd because there was no emotion attached to the action. None whatsoever. I didn’t like it. I didn’t dislike it. It was just there. I will say that afterwards I felt guilty and wondered what I would tell Helios but I got back on my bike and rode off past many more bikers waiting to go off the off-ramp on the motorway /highway/ place where you’re not supposed to ride your 10 speed! I think I must have realised that it was a dream and that kissing someone else doesn’t count if you don’t really enjoy it in a dream. Or does it? Helios, can I get a ruling here?
In another part of my dream I was riding in a horse-drawn carriage – and although it sounds romantic, I was looking at a horse’s butt. I don’t know how I got from the bike to the horse but the view was better on the bike.
Also, I kept hearing Alanis Morrisette but it wasn’t a specific song of hers – it was more her voice signing four words over and over again. Of course I’ve forgotten what the words are now. I expect they must not have been that important. It does mean that I’ve got “Head over Feet” on my mind today, which is enough to keep a smile on my face all day.