… to pack his boat onto a container and guide it through customs. I slept in and had the most appalling dream.
Mr Brown had knocked huge holes in our lounge and dining room walls, to access the cavernous cellar area under the house (yes, I am aware this does NOT MAKE SENSE, besides the fact that we don’t have a cellar). He had done this so he could get his boat out! (out where? The front door?). Clearly I’ve been watching too much NCIS.
Anyway I was enraged, furious with him. I shrieked many, many rude things about his character and his boat. I proposed divorce as an option, and then woke up. The rage and upset remained for a bit, until I settled and realised I’d been dreaming.
Wednesday, July 15
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Whew, glad to hear it was just a dream. I dreamt last night that I had cancer and was calmly assessing whether or not to endure chemo - I decided not to. The things one's mind conjures in the night!?!
It's bad enough when I dream that there are more rooms - entire wings - to our house and I feel quite disappointed that those interesting spaces don't really exist. But when I dream that Chuck and I have a fight it is just so emotionally disorienting! Blech!
Good luck to Mr. Brown and the boat. Does this mean he is temporarily landlocked?
O zoomie, I have that dream all the time, and I reach the same decision! It's good to wake up though eh?
Lee, I even wake with a tense throat, because of all the dream screaming!
And no, he's managed to scam up a borrow boat, got to train for the big regatta you see!
Well. As a Yank, I just love learning the term "sparrow fart."
As for all the rest, oooh. So glad it's not real.
Cookie, I've got heaps more for you, I've been practicing!
I, too, am glad the rest was not for reals!
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