meanmamma adores her spouse and offspring, barak obama, old roses, sweet potato latkes, trader joes coastal fume blanc, her book club, paris in any season, facebook word games, and is so very proud of her french scholar, her fulbright scholar, and her midway college student.....
meanmamma adores her spouse and offspring, barak obama, old roses, sweet potato latkes, trader joes coastal fume blanc, her book club, paris in any season, facebook word games, and is so very proud of her french scholar, her fulbright scholar, and her midway college student.....
Monday, April 09, 2007
the fried chicken dream.....
ok, so this dream is a few days old, and involves a funeral that hasn't come to pass.....because the person in question has not yet died.......it was all i could do to not blurt it out in sunday school yesterday.......when discussing prayer concerns for persons who are ill/dying......in my dream...it was at the funeral of my friend's mother.....in a town in the d-ville environs....and in my dream there was a large red pick-up truck that had numerous buckets of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, slaw, and the like in truck-bed...like a buffet.....so far so good, except for the deceased's great-grandchildren had gotten into the truck bed with the food and were throwing chicken pieces at each other, and at people lining up for the post-funeral meal.....and i was trying to get up on the truck to stop the madness when i woke up.......hmmmm.....why would anyone dream such a dream.....chicken-throwing at a funeral...out of a red pickup truck......i have no idea what to make of the symbolism...if any....and the bottom line: the hostess in question is such a perfectionist that she would have served up each and every plate herself....and it would not have been in the street nor in a truck.........
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