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Basement Archery and Paul

This morning I was dreaming I was doing archery in my parent’s basement.

Odd, because it used to be that dreaming ANYTHING about the basement was a bad dream. This morning, there was a tournament or contest of some kind and I was supposed to hit a green area on a target that was divided up into many portions. Kind of like the posters you see that describe what kind of cut of meat you’ll get if you carve a cow up a certain way. Pleasant, eh?

As an interesting point of reference, my parent’s basement was divided into two parts. We called it “This Side” and “The Other Side”. In between the two sided there was a door. This is the door that the target was posted on. (My parent’s basement had an odd energy, but that’s a different story…)

Anyway, I was in the basement and I think Hubby had strung my bow, but when I went to pull it, the string fell off. There were others in the basement who were chuckling at the failure and I got kinda angry. I was determined to string my bow (I really do have one) and show them that I could hit their target. As I was getting ready to hook the string, some guy was looking at me in a scoffing manner, as if there was no way for me to complete my task. I did it easily and he raised his eyebrows. I notched an arrow and pulled back on my string. I noticed that I had arm braces on, which I WISH I owned, but I currently don’t as my old ones came apart from overuse and I haven’t gotten to a RenFest to buy some nice leather ones. In my dream, I remember noting that since I had those on, I knew something was amiss and as I pulled the string, I got disoriented and let my arrow fly in an awkward manner. The arrow skidded across the tile floor and ended up going under the door.

Adjusting my stance and pulling the string at the proper level, I took aim with my second arrow. I remember seeing the green area clearly, and that it wasn’t exactly where I thought it would have been on the target when looking at it with two eyes, so I adjusted my aim and let her fly.

Damnit if I didn’t wake up just as it was going to hit its green mark on the door between “this side” and “the other side”.   Nah, no symbolism there, eh?

I do remember dreaming something before I was in the basement during an archery challenge, but it’s mostly overshadowed by the fact that Paul Rudd was in my dream. And that I knew him. And that we kept exchanging smouldering looks of the “I know you” kind….

I know I have interesting preference in men, but c’mon…I think he’s handsome, generally seems to have a sense of humor and a perpetual smirk. That seems to be what does it for me. Harrison Ford in his Indiana Jones days, Dennis Miller before he started looking rough, Robert Downey, Jr. since he’s cleaned up some, and now… Paul Rudd. At least I’m consistent.



I think Hubby should feel very secure, don’t you?

Rainy day at Nueschwanstein didn't dampen our spirits


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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