Our family have mundane dreams. For instance,
I used to nag the kids to eat their vegetables.
Once, my daughter dreamt that I was nagging
her to eat her vegetables; how crazy is that?
I dreamt I was walking around town with my sister-in-law.
My sister-in-law has long legs and hard-soled brown boots
which strike the pavement with firmness of purpose.
This time though, she wasn’t wearing her brown gravitas boots,
she was wearing her white low-gravity boots. In fact,
she was fully kitted in a spacesuit, because in the dream
my sister-in-law was an ASTRONAUT!
My sister-in-law is really an accountant, but I don’t need
a dream interpreter and here’s why: ‘Accountant’ and
‘astronaut’ both have three syllables and start with ‘a’.
Also, my sister-in-law is an expert needlewoman. If all
her Kangaroo Island Show award certificates were linked
by all her award-winning stitches they’d reach the moon;
not now obviously, that would be exaggerating. I mean
four point four billion years ago when the moon hugged
Earth so tightly, that if kangaroos had existed back then,
they’d have been sucked up mid-jump. My point being,
that my sister-in-law could be a very capable handyperson
in space. Also needles are pointy and so are rockets.
Also I’d just watched a documentary which featured a
female astronaut. Also I’d mentioned my sister-in-law’s
travel plans to my daughter earlier in the day.
My sister-in-law was being noticed while we walked around
town. People were glancing in admiration at her spacesuit.
We were talking about flying (in a plane) . I was being noticed
by association. She was oblivious to the attention and I was
pretending to be oblivious too, but really I was thinking –
Yeah, I’m with her >>>>> the ASTRONAUT!
That was the climax, nothing happened next;
our dreams are censored by our beliefs.
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