Last night, I dreamt that I caught a thin gray-haired woman stealing from our outdoor firewood pile. I grabbed her by the wrist, and then I pulled her thick ponytail.
“Thief! How does it feel to be a thief?”
I left go of her ponytail and waved my hand at her face. She stared at me with scared blue eyes.
Then I woke up.
I seriously wonder if somewhere else in the world, a different woman dreamt that she stole from somebody’s firewood pile. That an angry woman grabbed her by the wrist. That the angry woman pulled her hair and yelled and both women awoke.
Then I fell back to sleep and dreamt that my aunt Heidi’s family moved into an apartment in a gorgeous old stone mansion. The mansion also had a gorgeous old stone library where I sat and read a book about the British empire in the 1920’s. I closed the book so that I could help to celebrate a family wedding in this same library. Then we all went into a cafeteria in this same mansion, selected food from the cafeteria buffet line, and sat down to have the wedding reception.
Now that you’ve read about my strange moments, here is a podcast that I found this week and which I really enjoyed: