Last night I had the most wonderful dream about Paul McCartney. I have dreams about famous people a lot. And the strange thing is that when I wake up I feel as if I really got to know the person, or that I have known them for a long time.
My brother says that all characters in our dreams are merely aspects of ourselves (I’m sure I don’t have that 100% correct but the gist is there). I have no idea who Paul represents in terms of my personality or unresolved issues. I do know that I think he is still attractive although he is 25 years older than me. I think it’s those droopy, puppy-dog eyes; they look so sensitive. There I go talking like a girl…
In the dream we went on a vacation together. There was some sort of trouble with the transportation but I think it worked itself out. My cat, Daisy, woke me up about 4 times in the morning playing with a wicker basket. The last time I got up and locked her in the bathroom. My other cat promptly peed on the bag of laundry on the floor so I suppose feline/feline loyalty is greater than feline/human loyalty. Either that or he really had to go and couldn’t get into the bathroom to do so. Anyways, my point is that my cat woke me up 4 times and each time I went back to sleep to the same dream.
I wish I could remember more of it.
I wish I could go back again tonight.
Sweet dreams, and as my Mum always said ’sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite’.
