I dreamed that Stephen Colbert and I were newlyweds. I cared for him, but I wasn't head-over-heels in love with him and we were having problems. We spent the weekend with our friends, Jeff and Susan Bridges, who talked sense to us. OK, so we may not be the great love of one another's lives, but that passion dissipates anyway. We had laughs and respect and genuine fondness and could be happy if we allowed ourselves to be.
Just the thought of analyzing this dream gives me a headache, so I'm leaving it that.
Except to say that in my dream, Jeff and Susan live in a beautiful, rustic house with lots of bathrooms, and they have terrific taste in bath linens.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
I'd be very happy to be married to Stephen Colbert even if it was a fondness rather than a lustiness although he seems pretty lust-worthy to me.
ReplyDelete:) Interesting and detailed dream you had there, Miss.
Did you eat or drink something odd before you went to sleep? My dreams seem so bland by comparison.
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