Normally, I don't talk about my dreams. I think dreams are boring to everyone except the person who had the dream. However, I'm making an exception tonight and telling everyone about the dream I had last night. One, because the dream was about a medblogger, and two, because it is just damn freaky. Maybe it would make more sense if I had spent the night reading medblogs, but all I did last night was watch Leave it to Beaver.
Here's the dream:
I am a boarder in this beautiful house. The house is bright and sunny. My room is gorgeous, filled with fresh flowers. Everything is white. I wake up and smell cigar smoke. I go across the hall, and TBTAM is sitting in a rocking chair smoking a cigar.
Then I wake up. Freaky, huh?
6 comments:
Hmmm... I was at the Churchill War rooms yesterday. Could this have been a portent?
Other than that I have no explanation for your dream and will not get into anything about phallic symbols...
:)
Peggy
Sounds like you are on an adventure.
Thanks for not going there. Although I did get an e-mail reassuring me that sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.
Have fun!
Even your dreams are funny! Miss you MA! Come back out to play. :)
Hi Sprout! How are ya? Watching Apprentice? That Lisa L is so mean.
OMG MedBlog Addict - you're still here! Aww that last comment to SeaSpray reminds me of how we all usd to discuss Apprentice episodes together (it;s okay if you don't remember me, I died and only recently came back).
It is SO good to see you back here. Please please keep blogging and entertain me - if I read my own crap I'll die of brain haemorrhage or something. Stay!
I'll be back :)
Hey stranger! Welcome back. Of course I remember you. Hope all is well.
I'm going to check your blog now to see what you have been up to.
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