So my blog friend, Mandy, had a dream that she met her blog friend, who also happens to be my blog friend, Sarah Markley. Before I knew it was a dream, I really found myself wanting to be on that southern island to meet Mandy and Sarah myself. But, I couldn’t get there, because of the leg, you understand. If they had been planning a real
ron-day-vu rondeveaux rendezvous where they could drink sweet tea in a restaurant without putting the sugar in themselves, I would have certainly given it the old college try.
Sweet tea sweetened by someone else. That is one thing I miss from my days of living in Memphis.
Back to my point.
I don’t dream much. Actually, if I do, I don’t remember the dreams. I’m kinda glad I don’t remember them since the dreams I hear about from people are usually very odd. And frightening. And oftentimes sad. And the last thing I want is to add odd, frightening and sad to my life. I live smack dab in the middle of tornado central. Hello?
Do you dream? Regularly? Are they happy, sad, scary?