A Budding New Interest

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The dream was located in a college dormitory or a hotel. There were a couple of sets of twins. All the people there were tricksters or some such. They played for surprise and did things to others that were meant to frighten, but no real harm was done unless you did it to yourself from fear and the lack of insight. I was not afraid.

Normally, I might have been. Since I've been using the Gnaural software to meditate with this has been a recognizable feature. Last night, not only was I not afraid, but I could give as good as I got, and I was recognized by the others there for my cleverness and expertise. That was a good feeling.

My tongue is still sore this morning, but the soreness has not extended down into my throat as it threatened to do. I may live, but it still wouldn't surprise me if this ailment were not the death of me. It doesn't matter. I'm still not afraid.

I received e-mails about my birthday from a goodly number of people. The ones that mattered anyway. My sister-in-law brought me a quart of some tasty olive oil that I've been using to swish around in my mouth and swallow. It's helped a lot with my tongue and lips.

I ate the last of the Caesar Salad I made from scratch. It tasted very good. Maybe even better than immediately after I first made it. I Googled up romaine lettuce on the internet to find out how much folic acid it contained. One serving carried almost an entire day's supply. Not only folic acid, but even more vitamin K, A, B, and C.

In fact, with the other ingredients the Caesar Salad provided nearly all the daily recommended nutrition. I was very surprised at how complete it is for one meal. I included a cubed piece of fried chicken breast I bought at the delicatessen section of the grocery store. If I eat an equivalent meal once a day I can stop taking the multivitamin pill.

Making my own fresh salad dressings and sauces is a very appealing idea to me. It was a lot simpler than I had imagined. I got the recipe and instructions on how to prepare it from a YouTube video. There are thousands of videos to choose from. I literally picked the first one I ran across and it turned out fine.

I had most of the ingredients here except for the romaine lettuce, and it was readily available from both the nearby grocery stores. The dressing was the important part for me to make fresh. The amounts in the recipe was just enough for two bowls of salad. The idea is to make no more than I'll use for one day so that it will always be fresh.

The YouTube videos are great. I can replay them over and over to grasp the recipes and instructions if I need to. That's a big help for a neophyte cook like me.

I went back to bed after I wrote the above comments around four o'clock in the morning. I dreamed of talking to this woman who seemed very happy to finally get me on the phone (I have no phone now). She expected me to be equally delighted to talk to her, but I didn't recognize her voice. I asked her to tell me who she was, and she apparently became insulted and hung up. I felt terrible. Why am I always the last to know?

Soon however, a party in a beautifully adorned place evolved in which I was an honored guest. I received lots of congratulations for some deed I had supposedly achieved. I couldn't figure out what it was, but who cared? All the guests were ecstatically happy for me. Toasts of respect and admiration were offered again and again... Hurrah!

Just before I woke up I was confronted by a radiant young girl who looked about ten years old. Certainly prepubescent. Innocence personified. She was smiling at me with such a glow of true beauty I was overcome with joy to see her standing there.

Without further ado, I woke up in my own bed in my rathole of a house, but I still felt great. I drifted in and out of sleep for a couple of hours maybe. Each time I woke up I still lingered in the joy of my previous dream. Only when I got up to describe what happened did I finally let it go. Selah

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