It’s raining this morning. The temperature is above freezing, so that’s good. Why does one dream? More particularly, why does one dream about a professor in college one hasn’t thought about for decades? Last night, Dr. Clayton, one of my business professor, was in my dream. I was talking to someone about, of all things, […]
Sep 12, 2019
Dreams, For What They’re Worth
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Dreams! I don’t mean hopes and goals, I mean the things that pass through our minds as we sleep. Do you pay any attention to them? I’ve read that some are caused by what has happened during the day, or perhaps long ago. Some are subconscious thoughts and worries that surface while we sleep. I […]
Aug 25, 2019
Dream Your Troubles Away
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We all have a dream–something that puts a spring in our steps and a gleam in our eyes. Dreams are those wonderful things as filmy as a spider’s web, as substantial as moonbeams, somewhere ahead of us, calling to us to follow, to pursue, to hope, to reach. We can spin dreams of the […]
Jun 15, 2019
If Wishes Were Horses
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If wishes were horses, beggars would ride. If turnips were watches, I’d wear one by my side. So goes a children’s nursery rhyme. Wishes! We all have them; we all say from time to time, I wish this were true or not true, or that he would hurry or she would reach a decision. […]
Jul 13, 2018
Wow! Whose Dream Was That?
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I dreamed last night that I was singing, My Heart Cries for You. Does anybody remember that beautiful old song? Click on the title to hear Connie Francis sing it. What a voice! Connie’s, I mean, not mine. It was almost like a violin, with a sob in it. Other people sang it too, including […]
Apr 26, 2018
When I Grow Too Old to Dream
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We all have a dream–something that puts a spring in our steps and a gleam in our eyes. Dreams are those wonderful things as filmy as spiders’ webs, as substantial as moonbeams, somewhere ahead of us, calling to us to follow, to pursue, to hope, to reach. We can spin dreams of the straw of […]
