I dream vividly and can usually remember my dreams - where I was, who I was with, what I was doing, and how I felt. Last night's dream was about running into the King and Queen of England when they visited the U.S., specifically in New York. How was this possible? Of course in my... Continue Reading →
Wings For the Departed
I dream a lot. Sometimes my dreams trigger stories, so if I try to describe them here, imagine them in full-blown, movie-quality, technicolor. The grass is Springtime Green, the sky a Midsummer Blue, and sometimes the blood is, well, Blood-Red. Having said that, sometimes my dreams help me interpret and process struggles I'm experiencing, and... Continue Reading →