My flying cap eludes me
It's been a week of strange dreams. Some of them have been real doozies, and not the fantasy, dancing jalapeños with strawberry cricket bats or the super Mario flying kind. They have been dreams of things that I would like to happen, day dreams coming to me as I have slept with all the technicolour and full sense-o-round that asleep dreams have. There has been no need to translate; I get what these dreams mean – both directly and indirectly. They are me dealing with the loss of a(nother) very substantial dream, the second most significant dream of my life. …Read the Rest