When I dream, it is usually about this magical place along the Lot.
Sometimes it's about family/friends, pets, lost loves or loved ones who have crossed over.
I particularly enjoy those visits from the other side!
If dreaming about something is a measure of love and importance, then I have a new thing to add to my list.
The other night I actually had a "mask" dream!
I should say that I have many masks, but I do have a favorite.
Believe me, during that 30 plus hour voyage between New Orleans and here...I used every one of them.
Here I was, dreaming about a big party full of people. The people were in black and white, but the masks were in color.
I see this guy who has my favorite mask on. I look at him. He tells me how much he loves it. I'm wondering if he had stolen mine, even though it should have been on my face.
I tried to remember where I'd left my mask in the Chatette.
On the cusp of waking up, I noticed that:
EVERYONE
was wearing my favorite mask!
I'm sure this must mean something.
I woke thinking about how much my masks have become a part of my life.
How about you?
Happy Saturday!
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