I am going to take you on a little trip into my head today. Yes, I know, it could be a little scary, but you all are brave, right?
I want to explain to you the dream I had last night, as its still vivid in my head this morning. Its just one of the very many dreams that I have each night. My brain is busy at night!
To start with I made the Wicked Witch of the West in the Wizard of Oz angry for my house landed on her sister. My house didn’t just land on her it totally fell apart after killing her, but my dear friends put it back together again. Sadly I couldn’t live in it because the Wicked Witch was on the hunt for me, so I ran. While running I encountered the guards from Alice in Wonderland who attacked me for no reason.
But i grabbed a wooden stake, stabbing them, causing them to fall to the ground with a thud.
Now I have the Queen of Hearts mad at me as well, as she shouts, “Off with her head!”
I went into hiding in a field, and then my dream ended, leaving me stuck in the field.
I can’t stay stuck in the field can I? How do you think my dream should end? There obviously is no wrong answer, its your call! I only have one request, I would prefer to keep my head! 🙂
Some things we clutch so tightly onto, not realizing the treasure that awaits us, if we would only let go.
It only takes a spark to start a dream, and then it can travel through your heart like a train, building up excitement the closer you get to its destination.
For my 3rd “story”, I thought I would do something that I hadn’t done for a little bit. I will give the beginning of the story and then you , my wonderful readers, can join in with adding onto it. Exercise your creativity and have fun, this isn’t a test, no chance of wrong answers. Add your thoughts to the story below.
“Are you scared?”
“No, I just have this terrified look on my face because I am having fun, what do you think? I believe you should go first!”
I had a dream last night that is stuck in my head and I thought I would share it.
I was in a big building with lots of people. I was sitting at a table looking at a magazine and there was a man sitting next to me. We started talking and I was telling him about something that my child really would like, but that I had no clue how to make it. I was looking at the magazine for instructions. No more was said and I went back to reading the magazine.
The next thing I knew he grabbed the magazine away from me. It was only laying on the table in front of me, so he hadn’t grabbed it out of my hands, but still he knew I was reading it. I was shocked, but it wasn’t long until he gave it back. Once more I went back to reading and a few minutes later he took it again. Well this time I was rather upset and I just grabbed another magazine while thinking how rude he was being. He gave me the magazine back again and he left without saying a word. I can’t say that I was sorry to see him go.
Some time passed and I got myself an ice cream sundae. Actually I don’t remember getting up to get it , it just kind of appeared in front of me. Real life should be like dreams, think of what you want and instantly it appears!
After I finished my ice cream the man appeared in front of me again, but this time he had something in his hand. He laid it down in front of me and I was speechless. He had made what I had wanted to make for my child. It was perfect and I thanked him so much and realized how wrong I had been about him. Moments before my heart had been filled with irritation at him, and now it was filled with gratitude. I knew that I would have never been able to make the thing, even with instructions
I wish I could describe for you what the thing was, but I really have no clue. All I know is that it was a complex thingamajig. It had a little motor in it, some kind of fan that made another little strange thingamajig move back and forth. This thingamajig that blew back and forth was connected to the back of something which resembled a person. I remember that the person like thing appeared to be smiling and that their hair was standing straight up, but that’s it.
The moral of the dream : Don’t be too quick to judge, even when you don’t understand why someone is doing what they are doing. You may be surprised at their motive! What “the thing” was supposed to be? What it meant? Well, I believe we may never know that answer, unless any of you have an idea about it that you want to share. Feel free to share below.
I had thought of writing this post and then I noticed the subject of Laura Bailey’s Monday challenge was Castle. It went together perfectly. Visit Laura’s blog https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com/2018/07/16/manic-mondays-3-way-prompt-3/
The Hearst Castle Library – (from Pinterest)
Books were among her most favorite things. She could travel to so many places through the pages of a book. Had no problem shutting out the noise or conversations that were going on around her. She could read while on a train, or sitting in a busy coffee shop. Park benches called her name or sometimes she would find a soft spot underneath the shade of a tree.
Many nights she burned the midnight oil because of having to read just one more page.
The sun shined bright in her heart when sitting on the sand, listening to the sound of the waves while losing herself in a book.
Was there any place where she couldn’t sit and enjoy a good book?
Today she had one goal in mind. To visit the special castle that she had heard about. One that held a library of treasures in it. Libraries had a special aura to them and were so inviting. They were so quiet and peaceful. Her hands would touch the books as she would browse through the many shelves of them. Sometimes she would hold a book in her hand and imagine what it would feel like to have been the author. To be the author of something that would touch the hearts of others and bring them smiles. Oh what an indescribable feeling that must be!
She smiled to herself as she kept browsing through the many books, looking for a very special one. Suddenly there it was. The book she had been looking for. She held it in her hands, gazing at the beautiful cover. She looked for just the right place to curl up and sit.
Finding the chair she wanted, she sank into the plush cushions. As she opened the book she was overcome with an indescribable feeling.