Dreams and Nightmares

For a while there, I was thinking the blog was going to end up a quasi-book about dreams and nightmares, because I was experiencing a succession.

One was about checking into the hotel where next month’s Meditation Retreat is being held, finding bed bugs, opting to sleep on a leather sofa rather than relocate to a hotel away from the site.

Bed bugs not likely to happen, inasmuch as it’s a 5-Star Hotel, but I’ll be checking the mattress nevertheless.

Then, night before last, the dream was about being gifted with a puppy and asking the gift giver "What do puppies eat".

The response was "kibbles" after which I asked, "Is that all?" and the dream ended.

I know from prior experience that "bug" dreams indicate minor irritations. That new dream manual interprets it as "Unpleasant conditions will arise in your daily life".

Looks somewhat same same interpretations to me but, either way, I've been forewarned.

The 12,000 Dreams Interpretation manual is not the best. So, I’ll have to wait until end of year, when I can dig out my old manuals to interpret the puppy one. However, from my reluctance in the dream to accept the gift — having to care for a puppy, my gut is telling me it means responsibility for something or someone is going to be dumped on me.

Fortunately, my subconscious took a break last night. I had a good night’s sleep — no dreams, no nightmares, no waking up way too early this morning.

There’s also been no sign of our Karen character — not since she saw me see her.

Realizing she was being observed, while scrounging around for tree droppings, really must have waived her off.

She should thank me because what she was doing — feeding her cat and possibly herself with olives fallen off the tree, became more disgusting than I’d originally thought when I observed a resident’s dog dragging it’s butt through Karen’s gleaning area. To clean itself I imagine. Using the area as toilet paper.

Seeing that reminded me of when, back in 2014 — in an effort to play nice, Nurse Ratched (the Community Manager who didn't like old people, treated us residents poorly) organized some kind of nighttime activity on the grassy knoll.

Of course, it was poorly attended (maybe three/four people mulling about), because not attending was our way of retaliating against her maltreatment of us.

I'd blogged about it at the time, referring to her arranging the event to take place in a "toilet", because the area was where dogs do their business.

Even though most of our residents are responsible pet owners — they scoop the No. 2 poop, the grass is watered with dogs going No. 1. So, it can’t possibly be healthy to eat droppings from the tree that marinate on that grass.

So anyway, now that I’ve nauseated you, made you lose your breakfast, I’m off today to run errands out of the area. Possibly stop into the Farmer’s Market, listen to music, bask in the sun.

BTW: A 10-Year Ban from the Oscars is a woop-de-doo. It should have been a Lifetime Ban and the trophy taken away.