Speaking of getting out of my own head and into the light…
Last night, I dreamed that I was eating miniature zebras. Just popping them in my mouth and crunching their tiny, little bones. I knew it was disgusting, but I couldn’t stop. I didn’t notice that I had almost eaten them all until there was just one left in its little pen. It looked so sad and lonely.
Oh crap. I hate (in that love-hate-annoying kind of way) consciously thinking through my dreams. The messages are inescapable. Once I get it, I’m responsible for doing something about it. Because I’m me.
I know what’s next.
Susan Scot Fry
Update… This is the handiest phrase ever. Ever, I say!