Ulalume
tart of darkness
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There's an old legend that says your dreams on the twelve days of Christmas will predict events happening in the twelve months of the coming year, so I've been keeping track of mine. Unfortunately so far they are mostly barking mad.
Dec. 25th - I'm pulled over by the cops for unknown reasons, questioned and searched. They let me go, but a few miles down the road it happens again. And again. (really hoping this one is not an accurate prediction!)
Dec. 26th - I go swimming in a river, which turns my hair a bizarre shade of orange. It doesn't look all that bad, but my husband confesses he's embarrassed to be seen with me.
Dec. 27th - I'm invited to attend a book club meeting in Los Angeles, but it turns out it's a club for nudists and I'm the only one wearing clothes. Suddenly there's an earthquake and I end up trapped in the building with a bunch of stark-naked strangers.
Dec. 28th - Our new mail carrier turns out to be James "Bobo" Faye from Finding Bigfoot. He hands me a copy of Reader's Digest and is very cheerful. Later, I bump into former US Secretary of Labor Robert Reich who confides that he's secretly been in love with me for years.
I'm a bit worried about going to sleep now. Clearly my unconscious has decided to have a bit of fun at my expense.
Dec. 25th - I'm pulled over by the cops for unknown reasons, questioned and searched. They let me go, but a few miles down the road it happens again. And again. (really hoping this one is not an accurate prediction!)
Dec. 26th - I go swimming in a river, which turns my hair a bizarre shade of orange. It doesn't look all that bad, but my husband confesses he's embarrassed to be seen with me.
Dec. 27th - I'm invited to attend a book club meeting in Los Angeles, but it turns out it's a club for nudists and I'm the only one wearing clothes. Suddenly there's an earthquake and I end up trapped in the building with a bunch of stark-naked strangers.
Dec. 28th - Our new mail carrier turns out to be James "Bobo" Faye from Finding Bigfoot. He hands me a copy of Reader's Digest and is very cheerful. Later, I bump into former US Secretary of Labor Robert Reich who confides that he's secretly been in love with me for years.
I'm a bit worried about going to sleep now. Clearly my unconscious has decided to have a bit of fun at my expense.