What Dreams Are Made Of

   My mom and I are the only two people I know, who dream every night. We also remember most of them, good or bad. I think it may be a curse. I often wake up tired, I think from HUGE dreams. I have to be careful what I eat at night, some foods increase the intensity of the dream, causing nightmares. Chocolate is a no, or a big meal late into the evening, I think the body begins to digest and go crazy.
     I really don't like to eat past 6pm, but in life, that is sometimes impossible. Especially in the summer.
    Just the other night I had mint chocolate chip ice cream in the evening, and knew I was in for a long night. I remember telling the hubs, well there is not that much chocolate in the ice cream, but the color was overly green!! You know the food coloring was off the charts!! ( get these poisons out of our food!!)
    Well I went to bed, and began a dream about the Pope in Madrid. The colors were so beautiful, I was so excited. I also got to spend some time with my sister, Trudy, always a good dream. They were selling rosary beads all over the place, and I only had a dime. I wanted one of every kind, but I needed to find a seat. They were hard pews, and I found a good one. Trudy went off to find something, and I was getting anxious, too many people, I decided to stand in the back. ( I thought in my dream, I have claustrophobia even in my dreams!) ( that seems not fair) ( dream fairies)
 I lost Trudy, could not find her, lost my purse ( every dream) and of course could not find a bathroom( constant in my dreams) but I saw the Pope ( I wish it had been Jude Law) and he was beautiful, holy and I felt such peace. It was wonderful, peace and the colors of Madrid. I slowly got up from bed( dream is over), put my slippers on and went downstairs. What did I hear on the TV but Satan, ( yes that is his name, and I still can not fathom how any one could have voted for that idiot)
  When I sat down I told Bill, " Well I went to sleep with the Pope and woke up to Satan!" Honestly, what a day and night kind of change. I asked the hubs to either mute the news, or turn it off, its toxic and I need peace. I pray every night to wake up and not have this dream of our elected president, being a moron. Groundhog day continues, and nothing I eat or don't eat can take it away. I still have faith in people and our country, you see I have been to Madrid and seen The Pope.
    I have hope, big jars of hope.
    Also a few dozen prayer beads draped over both arms, and my neck.
    Dreams are made of........what we absorb, swallow or spit out.
    Be careful, loving and kind.
    Sleep well and have sweet dreams