Barbara J. Hamby

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Dreamland or Nightmare City

If someone can tell me how to program my dreams so I’m not working all night in my sleep and waking up tired, please advise. The last two nights have been exhausting. One night I was helping some unknown person or persons move and last night I was part of a group setting up a church dinner or program or both. I got out of bed naked and realized I didn’t have any clothes--stressful. Somehow or other I must have found something to wear because in the next scene I was bustling around a church basement.

When we finally finished our preparations, we workers sat down to a meal. I had no plate, so someone gave me two small bowls. None of the food fit into them well and none was familiar to me. At most potlucks the food looks attractive and appetizing--not this one. I thought, I have to eat something but this stuff looks scary.

Let’s see, could it be because I’m trying to learn to play chess and feeling like an airhead or some Freudian reason.

It was pleasant to work outside for a short session today. My stamina didn’t allow major action, but I did some cleanup and planted a gift primrose.

Tomorrow our computer guru is offering us several hours of help. I have enough questions to keep him busy for quite some time, I think. Al does also.

Today we moved the possibility of an Asian cruise from the back burner to a center burner. If our number crunching goes well, it may hit the front burner Monday.