Dreaming about my arch-nemesis

After solving The Furniture Problem the other day, and therefore my insomnia, my sub-conscious could go back to doing what it does best in the middle of the night: creating weird and wacky dreams to entertain me in my sleep.

There is a friendly acquaintance of mine who I refer to as my Arch-Nemesis. She and I run in some of the same social circles – we’re not really fond of each other, but we have to fake it. Which I hate. And I’m not good at. But, as Jonathan said when I talked with him about this dilemma, “Everyone needs a friend who’s an arch-nemesis.”

So I was (in my dream) dodging bullets by diving into the ocean on my wedding day to escape the gang of hired thugs trying to kill me. I come up for air inside a hotel, where my Arch-Nemesis was sitting all beautiful in the dress she chose to wear to my wedding. I knew she was part of the group of people trying to have me killed.

“Why?” I asked, gasping for breath and plotting my next move.

She smiled and replied, with a touch of schadenfreude:  “For the tax deduction.”

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If these are the types of dreams I’m going to be having now, I better start plotting another furniture move.

And speaking of nightmares, that’s what you get when you leave dried roses within the reach of two 16 month-old boys:

Ack! Ack! Ack!

Comments

[ellen b]

Hi Seabird,
Thanks for visiting my site today. Twins! My youngest brother and sister are twins. My mom had them when she was forty. Oh the things we learned with twins...
I was in the 8th grade when they were born. Blessings on you as you run this way and that way after your toddlers!

[Irene]

that photo made me laugh so loud, that's totally something Sean and Will would have done.