Usually some good late-night Italian food (that would be anything with tomato sauce consumed after 6 pm) will induce some unique dreams. I had a peach for dinner. This morning I was surprised to discover that I remembered my dream, but also concluded that I was going to have to see a psychoanalyst for a proper deconstruction of its meaning.
It all began with the lawn being mowed, a job I have been avoiding for a week. However, I had called a lawn service. They arrived with proper equipment, edgers and all! (This is how I knew it was a dream.) When I went outside to check their progress, I was met with a full-out Civil War Re-enactment occurring on my property! As I dodged bullets and marveled at the costuming, I rounded the corner to two lions being tamed in the backyard.
Actually, this is easy to dismantle without any formal analysis. I bit the bullet and mowed the lawn this morning after breakfast, re-enacted my battle with the weeds again, and obviously, my life is a three-ring circus. Therapy averted.
Awe…nothing like a bit of lawn mowing therapy! 🙂
It is good. Way cheaper than a therapist, too!