Last night I had quite a disturbed sleep and very weird dreams. I was back in my old house – the one I grew up in. My mom was lying on the coffee table in a twisted sort of pose, her legs entirely painted in a green vine and plant motif. She was all stressed out and being sort of over-bearing and bossy about the small dairy cow that was stuck underneath a rocking chair. Somebody, unidentified or forgotten, and I were trying various ways to help the poor cow out of her predicament, but she kept getting all nervous and thrashing about. I don’t remember much else, but I know the dream involved much more than that scene, both before and after.

Maybe tonight we’ll rest peacefully Plum. I hope. {{{Plum}}}