My living room is complete! You are going to have to wait a couple of more days for the “after” pictures because my mattress is in the middle of the floor, which kind of screws up the whole look. When the painters were done, they said there was enough leftover paint to paint our bedroom (I think they just want to stick around a little longer to hear the seduction that is my laughter). Yesterday, they scraped all the peeling paint, puttied and sanded. Today is painting day. In the meantime, of course, I can’t sleep in my bedroom, so it’s camping time. Fun! While we wait together for the entire look to come together, I have a favour to ask of you all.
Among my readership I’m sure there’s a butcher, a baker, a candlestick maker. What I really need is a dream interpreter. Unlike my big/little dreams of my childhood, this recurring dream began in my early 20’s. In my dream, I’m standing in front of a mirror, checking my skin. Sure enough, I find a pimple. I squeeze the pimple. And then… get ready for it *gag* …. a worm comes out. Most recently, the worm fell to the ground and turned into a centipede.
What does this mean? Do I have deep seated emotional issues? Am I just grossed out that I still get pimples when I should have left this stage of my life 15 years ago? Do I have hidden sin? Like, really, how serious is this dream?
Yesterday, there was a worm on the lettuce when I washed it. Charlie took it out into the garden for me while I gagged. And now I have a pimple. I’m living a nightmare!