tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8943691908858971818.post3910656624784431880..comments2023-12-06T04:31:36.709-06:00Comments on Reservations for One: DreamingBillie Mercerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17826454938577230499noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8943691908858971818.post-83318404002633093142013-07-18T08:25:33.612-05:002013-07-18T08:25:33.612-05:00Thanks Barbara, It was taken with my small Olympus...Thanks Barbara, It was taken with my small Olympus camera, the file was transferred to the iPad and put through the Glaze app. That is what makes it look a bit like a painting.Billie Mercerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17826454938577230499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8943691908858971818.post-28371067311864639772013-07-18T05:31:56.859-05:002013-07-18T05:31:56.859-05:00While the dream is interesting (as dreams tend to ...While the dream is interesting (as dreams tend to be) what I am mesmerized by is the painting (photo?) of the table scape. I can't stop looking at it. Brilliant composition! Wow. Just stunning.<br /><br />BarbaraAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8943691908858971818.post-59912235713857781352013-07-13T19:10:27.222-05:002013-07-13T19:10:27.222-05:00I had a vivid dream too...and I remember thinking,...I had a vivid dream too...and I remember thinking, "The reason I have to sit here in this group of people naked is that, because I am dreaming, I am paralyzed and so I can't get up and get dressed."Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13527807577952918445noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8943691908858971818.post-51967862371005045042013-07-13T09:40:15.519-05:002013-07-13T09:40:15.519-05:00I love your dream. Thanks for sharing it. I wish I...I love your dream. Thanks for sharing it. I wish I could remember my dreams more often. They could be good blog fodder.Billie Mercerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17826454938577230499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8943691908858971818.post-40332783178087388782013-07-13T09:31:23.419-05:002013-07-13T09:31:23.419-05:00It must be dream time. This morning I had a dream...It must be dream time. This morning I had a dream that I was in Mexico with my wife (a woman I have never seen before) and my former long-time girl friend (who I should have married 30 years ago). We were going to a town festival where all of the bodies of children are dug up and brought to the Catholic church for blessing. So, I grabbed the coffin of my older brother, who died before he was 1, and joined the profession. My wife hurried ahead yelling that we could catch a combi. My girl friend told me we could take our time by walking to the church.<br /><br />The Jung-Freud debate can begin. But I think I understand this dream quite well. And it is why I like all of my dreams. Just as I thoroughly enjoyed yours. Steve Cottonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00468378507171761868noreply@blogger.com