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Roasted Boar’s Heads

Typing that title before coffee makes me feel a little queasy, but that’s what the dream was: three boar’s heads on my kitchen counter. In the dream, people were all around, talking, paying no attention to me, and I was focused on just how the hell I was going to cook these things. While I…

Turn Off Your News-Feed and Take a Walk

Longleaf Preserve is what Buck and I call the hundred-acre wood where we have lived for the last eighteen years. It’s not a gated community with a name that evokes some long-past history. It’s an actual preserve for Longleaf pine trees and mixed-hardwoods. Buck bought the land back in the last century, in 1974. We…

The Other Shoe Drops

There’s almost always “another shoe to drop” when we dream, but usually it’s internal and often happens without the dreamer’s conscious awareness. I wrote recently about my dream of a black swan. A few days later, my beloved husband and I were putting fresh linens on our bed together, one of those sweet companionable things…

The Wrong Exit Dream

It was a major interstate highway somewhere in Florida. For some inexplicable reason, Buck and I were driving separate cars. I think our destination was the Mayo Clinic in Jacksonville. Not surprising, since we’ve been there many times and will be going again in early July. This time, though, we were approaching from a different…