Pillow Book

I once lived in a house owned by a hippie. She moved all her furniture out but left shelves full of books. They covered a wide range of subjects including law, art and classic literature but most of them were geared towards psychology. The hippy gained her masters in psychology before she realized her depression would conflict with being a shrink.

I lived with the hippie’s discarded library for several months before I checked any books out. I woke one morning after having a terrible dream, went to the kitchen for a glass of water when I passed a book just eye level entitled: The Dream Directory, by David C. Lohff. I wish I could say this gem of literary burlesque changed my life. At best I can say it killed a few hours that would otherwise have been spent actually learning something. I rank it right up there with reading my horoscope.

So anyway, I woke up this morning ANGRY. I dreamt that I was being hassled by an Army recruiter. And when I refused to join on the grounds that I am a single mother, the recruiter opened my front door through which a child welfare services employee promptly gathered up my child and headed back out the door. My anger woke me up.

I’m not sure what the dream meant but my horoscope today said:
Your imagination could run riot today, for good or for bad, as you are likely to misinterpret something. However, you’ll be more decisive, so this would be an ideal time to invest your energies in some kind of artistic activity, which should keep you grounded!
Hippies. They are out there man.