Quite A Yarn

Blogging about my dreams lately has been a kind of cheat, a shortcut to get me back in the mindset of writing. At all. More like priming the pump of my mind that is scrambled and fuzzy with fear of expressing myself. Also, I think my dreams are fun, interesting, and often more than not, hilarious. So, if my subconscious doesn't interest you, don't bother with this blog today. And, probably others in the future. 🙃😏

My most recent doozy of a dream was about a television pilot called "Cully." It starred a ragtag group of knitters that secretly banded together to stop a worldwide conspiracy, whose main goal was to CULL the entire human race.

The poster for the show had the cast standing armed with their knitting needles, yarn hanging from the ends. They all had fierce faces and CULLY was scrawled atop in red, that dripped.

I'm starting to wonder if my subconscious needs an agent.

Circle Gets The Square

Todd called me early this morning. His kidneys were hurting him terribly. He has been passing a lot of stones and when he hurts he seeks distraction, like I do. First thing I tell him is that I was having a dream where the whole world was playing a game of Tic-Tac-Toe and eveyone was putting up giant X's all over the planet. The Earth was going to win but when the phone rang I never found out what planet we were playing against or who won.

He laughed so hard and then said "I really have no idea what to say to that."

Guess I did my job successfully.