dream on

DREAM ON
I had a dream a few days ago that has stayed with me. It was not a nightmare–just a weird scenario.
I finally told my son about it, hoping I could put it to sleep. But I can’t seem to shake it. I wonder what the dream experts say about dreams that you can’t forget.
My daughter urges me to do more research on my writing. I took her advice this time and went on the internet and goggled dreams.
The first page said there were 8,180,00 websites! I only looked at the first few. My research will have to wait until another time.
There was every thing from dream moods to interpretations; books, dictionaries, dial a dream doctor, dream schools. Everything dreamy you could think of.
One thing I read was that we all have what are called common dreams. A tribesman in Africa might dream he is being chased by a tiger and falls off a cliff running away-while a New York socialite might dream she is being chased by a robber and falls in front of a taxi. Both dreams would mean the same: fear of being attacked and fear of falling.
The dream merchants make their money by interpreting what their fears really are. .
Once I dreamed I won the lottery. I don’t remember the details. I only remember the feeling of euphoria. I had that money spent before I woke up.
I have the daydream of winning the lottery every week when I contribute my dollar to the eventual winner. But I keep dreaming.
I don’t have recurring dreams. My husband did. He had the same dream every few months for many years. He would never tell what it was. I always thought if he would tell us about it, it might go away.
I usually call it the way I see it. To me, a dream is a dream. My family is more spiritual. They say there are certain dreams that are really visits or signs. I would love to think that is true.
My mom lived almost thirty years after my dad died. She used to dream she was going to visit my dad, and he wouldn’t let her. He would stop her and say, "Not yet." She was sure it was a sign that it was not her time.
I had a vivid dream years ago.. A few fleeting seconds. My husband. Eight words. It is as clear to me today as it was when I dreamed it. Was it a dream? Or a visit?

I have had dreams about my mom. But not one like that. If I could, I would say to her, "Visit me, Mom. I miss you."
I never dream I am cooking. It’s the real thing, although I am not always wide awake. Especially at breakfast.
This one you can make the day ahead, and sleep in.
Praline French Toast Casserole from the kitchen of Paula Deen
you will need for the casserole:
8-12 slices white bread (crusts off, optional)
8 eggs
1 ½ cups half and half
1/3 cup maple syrup
1/3 cup light brown sugar, packed
a buttered 9x13 glass dish
for the topping:
1 stick butter
½ cup light brown sugar, packed
2/3 cup maple syrup
2 cups chopped pecans
mix all ingredients except bread
place bread in dish and cover with egg mixture
cover and refrigerate overnight
preheat oven to 350 degrees
make topping and pour over bread
(melt butter in a saucepan, add sugar and syrup, cook for 1-2 minutes)
Stir in pecans
pour over egg dish
bake for 40-55 minutes. Let sit for ten minutes before serving
Very rich.
Enjoy