I dreamt of Heather
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Written with a loving hand by kitt some time around 13:51 on 10 August 2005
In a truly bizarre communication with my unconscious mind, I dreamt of Heather B. Armstrong last night.
And not just Heather. Her daughter Leta (rhymes with pita!) and her husband, Jon, were there, too. Where "there" is actually "here," making all of this terribly confusing for me.
When I saw Heather at Blogher she seemed very unexcited to be at the conference. Mostly because she was either scowling or looking perplexed every time I saw her. Turns out, she was having a grand time after all, and all was well.
But, when I saw Heather in my dream, where she was actually at my house, she was terribly sad. WTF? She asked about various things, none of which I remember, of course, having not written them down.
At this point, however, I just want to know why I am dreaming of a woman I don't know, and projecting overwhelming sadness on said woman? I woke up confused and desperate to help her and her whole family.
Given the set of friends and people I do know who are having troubles and do need help, I'm perplexed as to the message my unconscious mind is trying to tell me.
Of course, it just might be saying, "Write more! Get this crap out of your head already!"