But not the kind of inspirational goal kind of dream.
I was standing beside my truck, in my freshly paved driveway, in my very nice suburban neighbourhood. It was damp and rainy. There were these huge maggots crawling across the pavement, so of course I had to go stomp on them. They were huge; duckling sized. Huge maggots. And smart too- when I stomped on one, the other one took off like 90 trying to get away from my destructive stomping power. I was faster though, and when I squashed it under my foot, it disintegrated into silky milkweed spores and blew away.
So.... this leaves me with two questions. Feel free to take a shot at an answer.
1) How come I don't have dreams about handsome men whom I will never meet in real life?
2) Is it time to find a new pshrink?
and a 3rd question: will I regret broadcasting this dream all over the intermittent net?
Now, because I promised you List Week, and realized that there are two lists in my notebook that aren't very thrilling and the other two I'm saving, I choose to present today's Hick Chic Million Dollar Wish List! Actually a million wouldn't even get it started...
-a stereo in my truck. Damn I am getting sick of the sound of my own singing.
-some new clothes that fit my rapidly expanding backside.
-new stalls in the barn.
-horse trailer. To bring new horse home.
-new saddle, but I'd take a used one- less breaking in.
-a nice belgian mare for Jethro. (He could do sleigh rides in the winter!)
-new clothes for my man. To fit his rapidly shrinking waistline. His lovely figure. His dashing physique.
-music lessons again for my kids.
-nice fixed up tooth for my bestest.
-train tickets for her trip out east next spring. And a new dress. A whole new outfit. She deserves.
-a new kitchen cabinet. (because the floor is a bad place to store cooking utensils.)
- a dishwasher.
-a new bathroom for my mom.
-a Ford 9N tractor for Jethro.
-a mid 50s to early 60s John Deere (any model) for me.
-a red VW rabbit for bombin into town.
-my old couch reupholstered.
-waiting room for dad's shop.
-a cure for diabetes.
-10 - 50 acres, stone or brick house, good barn with high ceilings in ground floor, and good fences.
I don't ask for much eh?
So what the heck was that dream about???