Lika’s Log

In my dreams……I dreamed, I had to clean out my dreams. I was in front of this refrigerator case like in the supermarket and I had to pick out all these frozen baggies and throw’em in my cart. Whatever was in the cart was going to get thrown out.

Each baggie was like a frozen piece of ice, you couldn’t see what was in it. It wasn’t labled. But I was picking’um out and throwing it in the cart. I had alot to throw away.

I had never heard of cleaning out ones dreams. Ain’t it ususally follow your dreams. Or be true to it. Or whateva but neva trow’em away. Anyways I did. Trow plenny away. Sad but not really. I guess cause I knew a lot of it was small keed time stupidhead stuffs that I’ve learned to believe and haven’t let go of. I suppose cleaning out my dreams were the same as letting go. Obviously there was a lot to let go of.

I had to let go of my “Dracula Nightmare.” *L* I haven’t thought of that for a long time till this morning. When I was little I slept on the top bunk of an old military bunk bed. You know the ones made of steal and I had military surplus planket. My Dad gottum’ from the army surplus store.

So anyway I use to think Dracula was watching me and breathing on me. So I use to tuck the blanket all around under me, even my head. Thinking ok, Dracula no can bite me or get to me. So I slept totally enclosed under my blanket like one cacoon I thought. I got dirty scoldings for doing that cause my parents said I could suffocate and die in my sleep. Not a problem, I had the solution. hehehehe I measured where my face is and cut one 3 inch puka so my nose could fit in it and I could still breathe fresh air. I got lickens for putting one puka in my blanket.

All the while I’m having these clean out your dreams dream, I am coughing my guts out. My throat was so dry and scratchy. My bad, I ate a small package of kettle corn. I’m not suppose to or I shouldn’t eat popcorn. It feels like its stripping my throat raw, it irritates it to high heaven. BUT do I listen to me? Not even. I smelled Kettle Corn at da swap meet so I had to buy one small package. Not just buy, but eat da whole damn package of Kettle Corn. Was ono & addictive. But I course I had to pay the price. Pau wit da popcorn now.

I couldn’t tell if I was having one dream or gazillion dreams; but there was stuff about kids on the play ground. I couldn’t figure out if it was about me or about when my kids were kids. Something about potluck and rows and rows of crock pots with food. There was stuff I don’t rememeber now. Hmmmmm

Anyway in my dreams, I dreamed to clean out my dreams and I hope I threw away the right ones and left the good ones alone. I was wondering if I had to clean out my dreams because maybe some were “dirty.” LOL Me, dirty dreams? Not. Sensual, perhaps? aaaaaaa *L*

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