Two nights ago I dreamt it was the first day of my freshman year of college. I couldn’t find my psychology class in room Z6 for the longest time! I was certain to be tardy.
I FINALLY located it outside of the building in a nursery-rhyme-type little red three-story house filled with wrapped candy and a little stream nearby. It was taught by Elton John?? Elton John has NO RIGHT teaching a psychology class!
Last night I had another dream. I was invited by my elderly friends to the Senior Citizen Center for a series of lectures on LACTATION? What were the men doing there? In fact, What were ANY of us doing there? We planned to sun-bathe after.
In Potts’ words, “And you aren’t even on drugs yet!”