That Was Weird . . . Wish there had been a way to scan the dream
A couple of nights ago I had a dream about a salt grinder that doesn’t exist. Last night I had a dream that I had forgotten details as I write. In part I was searching for a book and had come across a whole bunch that had been put away for whatever reason. Some I remembered but most I did not. So I chose to set aside to look at with more effort (reading). The first one was a children’s book. I don’t remember what it was called but my mom had made notes on various pages – in crayon. It was interesting to see that. Of course I don’t can’t remember anything about it now. I do remember that the book was about a salt grinder which replaced a pestle and mortar. (As though that would provide great material for a children’s book) and my mom had written he...