Last night I dreamt I was writing an entry in my journal. Then when I was done writing the entry, I went outside, got in my covered wagon, and started to go across country. Only the front of the wagon locked me out, and I was trapped in the back, and the wagon was careening out of control. I felt my life was careening out of control. The wagon raced along every twist and turn and I couldn't stop it.
The night before I had had another dream (seriously folks!) where I was writing in my journal. When I was finished, all my J-Land friends were angry with me for some reason. I feared they would never want to read my journal again.
Gee, do you think I am taking this thing to seriously?!!!