by Lorraine Bartlett / Lorna Barrett / L.L. Bartlett
Why is it we dream? Unfinished business at the end of the day? And why do we sometimes dream bad things?
Come on--this is Andrea Bocelli and his singing happened to have been wonderful. I told him he should do the song on his next album, but he said his producer didn't want him to do covers. Go figure!
Okay, is Leann mad at me? No! (Or at least, I don't think so). But she's been missing from my life for weeks while she's been finishing her latest book. She's worked so hard and cut out a lot of socializing on the net to get the book done. My subconscious must've been thinking she was mad at me because I've missed her. (But did you have to pinch me so hard, Leann? : ) ) I do keep all my manuscripts in white binders.
So what significance does Andrea Bocelli have? Well, I put his CD "Sogno" on the pile of stuff to hear last night, but didn't get around to playing it.
I suppose in a week from now I won't even be able to recall that a couple of ex-friends of my mine were in this dream. People who drifted away 20 years ago. (Haven't heard from them since ... although, I must admit, suddenly I'm hearing from a LOT of people I hadn't heard from in a long, long time. Think that has some signicance?)
Okay, enough with me playing Sigmond Freud.
What weird dream have you had lately, and do you think it meant anything?