0415… Seems I slept longer than usual. Perhaps that has something to do with the state of my dreams. Maybe not. Since I was a kid The Bull has been the “go to” guy when it comes to dreams. I’ve got a knack for seeing what is crawling about in a person’s head, what is the root of a particular dream. Never for myself, though. Tonight’s dream was not terrifying. No, my nightmares are based in reality, never in my sub conscience. This dream was merely strange. A jumble of strange imagery – persons, places, animals, & things that seem to have no correlation.
Persons:
- Fred Thompson
- Queen Elizabeth II
- Ronald Reagan (on a television screen)
- my beloved wife, Lady Beth
- two lost friends: Cathy & Melody
- a dear friend: Malece
- one dead uncle: Jeff
Places:
- my home
- Windsor Castle
- the southern bridge over the Big Eastatoe River
- Dragon Hills, near Carrollton, GA
Animals:
- house cats, (not mine)
- my Great Danes
- a Bald Eagle
Things:
- a HUGE staircase
- an ancient elevator, (in good working order)
Odd, yes? Even now, as most dreams do, the details are becoming a bit fuzzy around the edges. For example, I can not recall what ‘Uncle Ronnie’ Reagan was saying on the television, just that he had my undivided attention. (What a great man. May he rest well.) I had been asked to feed those cats. Just after, and because of, successfully chasing down Jeff. Fred Thompson was where ever I was after that chase, almost as a narrator. The eagle was always in the sky above making the occasional cry. Where ever Lady Beth stood she was being guarded by our Danes. No one could get too close – save for me. Malece sang song after song and each one relaxed me more. I also never seemed to be able to choose between the stairs and the elevator. Mostly I took the stairs.
The rest was even more peculiar. I’ll keep that to myself for now, methinks.
Now, back to the waking world…
Bull. 
