My dreams tend to run toward metaphor and pun. Which is funny sometimes, trying to figure out what they are really saying.
This morning's dream was me, back in my color guard days, getting ready to perform - I remember telling the two lines of performers as we were standing and waiting, that the music was Thomas Dolby's, "She Blinded Me With Science," (great song) and then we went on.
Dancing and spinning and I kept going en pointe? Which is funny, I never took ballet and yet there I was - doing just that. Until the end, when I had to face the line of other peoples and run and jump over them? Like a trick motorbike thing? Plus more people kept getting in the line but I never worried. I just backed up a bit, then RAN. Jump, up and landed smack in the middle of the line, laughing and grinning, incredibly happy.
Then I woke up.
Nice to wake up smiling. Point is I had been pondering some life stuff and this dream said that I was... here... wait for it.... the pun.... I was... On Point.
Yes, yes, puns away! I love my dreams sometimes.
Not vicious or malicious
Just de-lovely and delicious