Duh…Why did it take me so long to realize it?
I continue to have dreams about what I now see is my blog.
Every Wednesday, whether I’m home or not, and without being notified, people come in my house and make themselves at home in my livingroom. If I’m not home they know they can rummage around in my kitchen and find some wine. When I come in and greet them I see many of them are strangers. I’m glad to see them all, especially returnees who I’ve met. Purpose of the Wednesday meetings (to which they come now, uninvited) is to participate in a kind of group therapy, with me as leader (although last night another psychologist attended and spoke up). I am pleased so many of them return, without being reminded or invited. I think my goal is often sort of getting them to explore and verbalize their feelings in somewhat querulous exchanges.
I welcome other dreamers’ dreams in my comments.
I think I also have/had dreams of the blogosphere. There’s one particular one I remember, at the time of me looking for my cat. I had a photo of her open and played a meditation over her with me concentrating on my cat. That night I dreamed over various rooms, which I see at sites on the internet and so on.
How do you mean, “Dreamed over?” Interesting, thanks.
I think I meant dreamed about
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