As you know, I pay attention to my dreams and, in fact, work hard to retrieve them--something that's gotten harder, frankly, with aging. DEAR AGING, WHY YOU GOTTA BE SO HARSH?
Anyway, this morning I woke up wondering why I bother to remember, because truthfully most of my dreams are mildly to hugely unpleasant. Like last night I dreamed this.
Random Dream Person who I Don't Know in Real Life: I've been meaning to tell you this for awhile, but you smell bad.
Me: I do?
Random Dream Person: Yes, you do.
Me: (with growing horror) Have I always smelled bad?
Random Dream Person: Bingo.
Really? These are the dreams I'm so desperate to remember? I think I'll get a new hobby.
7 comments:
I LOVE my dreams and I have SO many! Even the freaky ones are very entertaining.
I agree that I have a hard time hanging onto them - but I only exert my energies on ensnaring the good ones!
:)
I have smelled you for decadess, and you have always smelled very good.
So funny and so out of nowhere. You smell like an English garden, of course.
I gave up trying to remember my dreams...I think menopause put an end to my memory.
Loved your mother's day column....I wish I could remember it..but I know I loved it...I really did.
sometimes I think we're twins or something.
You always smell good and I may just have to beat the unknown Random Dream Person up for saying such a silly thing. Better dreams.
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