Posted in Musings and Mutterings


Um, I dreamed my mom and dad were in bed with me.

Before you go nuts here, let me clue you in a few things.

1. I dreamed my parents were SLEEPING, or trying to, in my bed. They were crowding me. Dad next to me, Mom by my feet. I remember hearing them talking to one another and could feel their weight in my bed.

2. Both of my parents are dead.

The night before, I woke up because I felt a thump on my bed. The cat likes to sleep with me.

Wait! That’s a lie. The cat DEMANDS that she sleep with me. She even comes to get me for bed around 10:30 every night … but I digress.

I woke up because I thought the cat had either jumped down or up on the bed and felt the bed move, but when I opened my eyes (which was right away) the cat was curled up in her sleeping position and simultaneously gave a pitiful “mew” – code for “why are you bothering me”? So if she didn’t move, how did my bed move?

I lay in my bed dozing for the next half hour, worrying about the monsters that might be in my room or under my bed, but nothing else happened, so I probably just had one of those physical jolts that you have when you are sleeping and thought it was a thump on my bed. Still, isn’t it funny how you revert to childhood thoughts and fears when things go bump in the night?


I believe you make your own reality whether good or bad. Thus, my favorite saying is, "Say what you mean and mean what you say."

Well, Sharon, if you wanna know what I think....

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