I love dreams. Dreams - the ones you have when you're sleeping...not the ones you think of when you're stuck in traffic, the sun beating down on you, your air conditioner isn't working and you just want to be anywhere but there. I like the ones I can remember and have a chuckle at. I still remember one I had in grade one that included Chris Adams and Jamie Bateman, a prison, black and white striped uniforms and Frankenstein. Don't know why that one always stuck with me, but well, it always has. I wish I remembered more of my dreams. The good ones. The ones that I wake up smiling to. I don't know why we have them, but I know they are significant to us, these dreams. For the past 15 years I have had a dream. It's not been a nice one and it varies - however, it always involves an airplane and fear. It goes something like this. I am on the jet plane with a whole schwack of other passengers. The plane either has engine failure, lan...
My sister made me do this! Experiences shared and journeys had. These are just little ditties that come to mind that I love to share!