Last night was a dreaming night. They're always a little nuts, always in color, and almost always very disjointed, as if I'm starting to watch a movie from the middle rather than the beginning.
I can remember being in a bedroom, with dogs, and making the bed. But next is being in some kind of carnival or amusement park, waiting in line for some kind of ride. And my son Brian bringing me a cheeseburger.
While there was more, the longer I'm awake, the more the details escape me. But if I were to interpret this: the carnival would represent the craziness that my life has become. And the waiting, well that's trying to figure out what's best for mom.
The cheeseburger? Maybe thats permission to have a nice meal for a change???? (she asks with a lot of hope as its been 10 months since the new eating lifestyle began!) Maybe its time to indulge thus weekend when I see my daughter.
Cheeseburger, here I come!
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