(Did I just make up a new word?)
I had the craziest dreams last night. Can someone please help me interpret?
First I dreamed that I was the proud owner of a beautiful horse. He was a house horse, which is to say he liked to hang out indoors with me. I didn't mind at all, until he started doing his bizness all over my house and I spent all my waking hours (well, sleeping hours) cleaning horse dung.
While I was busy with my pooper scooper, a cartoon villian in a bright green car crawled through my basement window and robbed me blind.
Then suddenly I was in New Zealand and a large crowd of solemn people greeted me in Maori attire. I couldn't remember the protocol, and when they questioned me about events that had taken place at previous protocol ceremonies I got all the answers wrong. I noticed two Maoris writing jokes about my memory on a chalk board and I did what any self-respecting dummy would do: I burst into tears and shouted, "THAT REALLY HURT MY FEELINGS BAD!"
Then suddenly I heard my daughter shouting from the crowd.
"STOP SNOWING RIGHT NOW!"
There were other dream segments too, but they all included one's "bizness," and though that may be important for the dream analysis, it's not appropriate blog material so I will edit the truth to fit the audience, (as I so often do.)
When I finally woke up it was 35 degrees and, yes, it was snowing, which goes to show that I'm a tad bit psychic. However, I can't figure out the rest of the dream symbolism.
Do you think it has anything to do with the two hot dogs and the bowl of cake batter I consumed at 9:30 p.m.? Or maybe with the fact that I will be attending my first ever Storymakers conference this weekend and meeting my future agent?
(btw, can you keep that info on the down-low? She doesn't yet know that she's my future agent.)
Mahalo in advance!