Dream a Little Dream

Had the craziest dream last night.

For those of you that don't know - my dreams are very vivid, usually have a plot, and are in full color.

I dreamt that I was on horseback, following a big tour van on the way to the airport for a trip, where, I do not know.

from scenicreflections.com

Also, if you've been around here long enough, you know I'm afraid of horses.

So, here I am on the expressway, riding a horse like a car, following a bus.

Directly ahead of us - there is a huge, gruesome accident - my horse is hurt in the nuzzle - is that part of a horse?  I'm not sure.  It's what I call their mouths.

Thirty are dead - there is blood everywhere - Tom Petty is among the dead.

(I just watched Walking Dead right before bed - FYI)

My horse is lying on the ground hurt badly - and I'm in tears - I have to leave it - I have to evacuate the area.

Now I'm on a yacht.

I find out that the horse is in the infirmary on a lower deck, and I go.  I'm crying over a hurt horse, and the horse understands that I'm worried about it - so it gets up, and I put it's bridle on - and I'm thrilled beyond words that he's feeling better and walking around.  I'm so proud and showing everyone that the horse is OK.

There are many people on the yacht trying to sell me a cell phone.

The horse does ballet - vomits and drops dead.

It becomes a German Shepard dog that then becomes my best friend.

I get off the yacht and go directly to a house where my Spring Open House is going to be held.  It's full of things that I would never want to own, let alone sell.  There is nothing there that I've made - no snacks to serve - many of you have come - and I'm not even in my own house - but I'm in some other house that has a REALLY dirty oven, and I'm trying in haste to make baked beans to serve you.  I find one thing that I made to sell and it's broken.  No one wants it.

I try to use the excuse that I was in a plane crash and had no time to make anything, and explain that I'm still in mourning over the passing of my horse, and by the way, did you know that Tom Petty is dead?

A young African American boy comes into the Open House, he's a bit rapper like - and he's all like 'the Coop Keeper!!  Girl, I read your blog all the time - you are the real deal!'

I'm shocked that a teenage boy is reading my blog.

I look out the window and people are coming by the droves, and I'm dying a death of embarrassment, and I want to holler out - 'it's cancelled!  I'm sorry!'

Someone named Lisa Funt comes to the show - she's come from Kokomo, Indiana.

I apologize to her that she's driven so far and there's nothing to buy.

She eats beans.

I give her a McDonald gift card and thanked her for reading my blog.

Interpret THAT.

The Spring Open House will be held here

 - on March 16th from 9 til 2 -

Unless my horse dies.

Or Tom Petty.

2600 W 153rd Ave

Crown Point

I'll have aprons, paper mache sculptures, ridiculous chicken dolls, vintage items, cupcakes, cookies for sale, and possibly baby chicks to hold.

You can also meet my new refrigerator.

There will be a donation cup inside - please feel free to open and donate.

My friend Julie makes the most adorable glitter creations, and she'll be here too.

I'll be posting photos soon.

I hope you can stop by - I hope I'm dressed and my oven is clean.

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