this morning, i had the most wonderful, bizarro dream between the time my last snooze alarm went off and the time i woke up and realized i had overslept a little. in part of it, we were in paris and grandma wanted to stay at this fancy schmancy hotel, so we were exploring it and checking it out to see if it would be ok with her. one of the rooms i went into had the ceiling covered in fake pink fur. the ceiling was so low that i rubbed my head on the fur as i walked out and my hair was all staticky when i walked out.
in another part, mr. h-s and i were outside this new house that we had purchased and saw a beautiful red bird alight on a bush. later, we discovered that there was a cage full of birds that the previous owners had left. we thought they were chickens, but on further inspection, the beaks were more like ducks. and there were also owls. and also… a mermaid. no one had fed them all for a few days since we hadn’t known they were there, but no one was dead and after we fed them, they were so happy that we all had a party! at the party, i looked at mr. h-s and said, “i’m so happy!” and i felt great when i woke up despite the fact that i was a little later than i’d hoped to be. so… which is better–sleeping in and having a dream like that, or hauling myself out of bed to go do yoga and meditate or go running–in pursuit of calm and happiness?
