I pay very close attention to my dreams, and last night’s have me truly disturbed. For many years I have had vivid dreams of flying and now that I actually can, it stands to reason that I take my dreams seriously. I’m record them in a private journal every morning.
Honestly I haven’t been dreaming much since I’ve been able to fly. I spend maybe one or two nights a week dreaming and I think they’re pretty typical- I miss a test, my kids are in trouble, my husband and I are having great sex, or I still dream sometimes that I’m flying. I especially dream of flying when I haven’t had a chance to get up there for a long time. All winter I was grounded and had only my dreams to enjoy. For a time I even wondered if all my flying was just a dream… But when spring hit I was back up there and I knew it was real.

So back to last night. I dreamed that I pooped in a bucket. Yes, you read that right. And the look on your face at this moment is probably the same one I had when I woke up and thought, “what the f—?” I simply don’t think I’ll find that entry in any dream dictionaries so I’m left to interpret on my own… In the dream I knew it was a weird thing to do but I had to poop and the bucket was available. I do remember not wanting anyone to find out what I did. I don’t remember wiping myself. Then I woke up. What does it mean? I certainly hope it was a one-time dream and not a harbinger of things to come.

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