Sunday, December 30, 2012. -13˚C/+9˚F @2:20 pm in Arnprior.
Dreamed I was walking around in a place that reminded me of Milford, CT, in my youth. It felt like I’d skipped school and was trying to avoid police etc. I felt like I got caught sleeping in a house that was supposed to be empty, or maybe just barely escaped. My Cousin Glenn’s father asked me if I’d planted a garden yet, and I said no- He said he wanted me to plant a garden and was showing me his garden and said he was going out to find some seeds. A small pig was rooting around in the garden. My cousin picked up the pig and gave it a prodigious kick, like a football punt. The pig went spinning through the sky and landed on it’s back near where a family was picnic-ing. it turned into a human woman for a few seconds, gasped and sat up, and then ran away as a pig again. My cousin shook his fist and said, “You’ll never do that again, will ya?”
—Weird?
~~~~~Admin