Bad Dreams,Sad Conversations and Echos from the Human Soul

A white snake curled its body around my leg as I tried to scramble up the muddy creek bank. I was trapped no one was there. Being trapped has always scared me. This was a nightmare.

Last night I had a dream about a day when a half cheetah spotted cat half tabby cat following my boyfriend and I back from the river, past the railroad tracks on a dirt road. It was swaying back and forth and clearly was sick. My boyfriend told me to go on up ahead while he took care of it. He did but started screaming as it bit him. I called 911 and said a quick prayer. Then I woke up.

I hate nightmares, I barely slept 5 hours last night… Grr… the warm breadth of coffee is beckoning me to the kitchen. Coffee I think is my aid when I’m stressed, when I’m frustrated, when I’m happy. Only three cups max a day though. I’ve heard that Benji Franklin used to drink absorbent amounts almost 33 cups a day! Oh goodness, I would have the worst headache. I enjoy having coffee with freshly baked biscotti. Below is soe biscotti I made.

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This is some of the biscotti with fresh jam I made. 

I decided to change it up with the coffee. I bought Dunkin Donuts dark French roast and it tastes really good. Coincidentally, Dunkin’ Donuts has a program for sending your loved troop overseas free coffee. Which, I gotta hand it to them is pretty amazing! I will post more about cool resources I’ve found for my loved one in another post.

This morning it’s raining. I love the rain it is so renewing and invigorating for my inner writer. Unfortunately, in my town, there isn’t a coffee shop to write from. I love blogging in a coffee shop. In fact, some of my favorite local coffee shops are Jitter’s Coffee House and The Kettle, which are a distance away from my house but always fun to visit.

I like coffee shops. I like the buzz of a coffee shop in the morning. I like picking up conversations about new babies in someone’s family or what happened at someone’s house last night.

One of the most notably sad conversations that I caught snippets from was a man talking to someone on his phone about trying to convince his suicidal relative to keep living. It was so heart-wrenching. I felt so sad for him. I think he was in the medical field, perhaps. Here’s one of his quotes, “She’s hiding from life and I can’t get her back.”

If I had the time I could make an anthology of all the raw cut conversations I’ve heard in coffee shops. Things that often echo the human soul. Things that pulse our emotions. That’s why I like coffee shops the most.

I love reporting. It’s what I do best.

This morning I’m going to read the Bible again that always comforts me, especially after bad dreams.

 

 

2 thoughts on “Bad Dreams,Sad Conversations and Echos from the Human Soul

  1. Bizarre dream … May be best to let it go. I do not like to fixate on negative ideas – I believe it gives those ideas strength and I do not want that. I agree with you about coffee shops, but you get a lot more out of those enough I think you get more out of our coffee shop experiences.

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