Dreams can be a funny thing; mine are downright bizarre.
My man will attest to that after he heard about the one I had being on a game show. Let’s Make a Deal, if memory serves me right. The contestant had to vie for attention through some outlandish costume. All I can recall is having the opportunity to choose Door #1, Door #2, or Door #3. Having made my choice, I discovered I won seven tons of cat food.
This was before we were married and I only had one cat. Nevertheless, I earned the reputation for crazy dreams.
The one I had last night might rank up there with the cat food.
My son, Jamie, sent me a birthday card. The was the message:
Gu bib,
Hidt qumye yi qudg ti0 u gu[[t n94ygeut.
9 yg9m; iv ti0 cxc4t eut ume q9dg qc p9xce wpidc4 yi6cygc4.
9 /9dd ti0 ume gi[c ti0 jmiq 9 pixc ti0 di /0wg.
Jamie
Gibberish to you? Me too, that’s what woke me up. On the outside, I was sleeping, my dream laughter woke me.
Mothers can read between the lines.
Jamies’ alleged message said: Hi Mom, Just wanted to wish you a happy birthday. I think of you every day and wish we lived closer together. I miss you and hope you know I love you so much. Jamie
I’m confident enough of these words to comprehend this is Jamies’ thought. I know my boy.
The hilarious part is it is no where near my birthday. Nor is it close to his; to prompt me of sending a birthday greeting to him.
What brings these thoughts to a sleeping mind? I’ve read of folks back in the Bible times that could interpret dreams. If one of you readers can, never mind interpreting mine, I may not want to know.
Whether your dreams are of a sleep nature or physical vacation plans for the summer, I hope they bring as many smiles and happiness as mine did.
One Day Wonders with JBK 