Category Archives: Dreams



Crystal water catharsis

Endless soothing springs


April 14 Elemental Challenge

C is for Cocktail [A2Z]

Cocktail is a cute and funny romcom that includes serious themes as well. It stars Tom Cruise and Elisabeth Shue. Now, I know some people have a “thing” about Tom Cruise because of his wacky religious beliefs, but I figure that’s his personal biz. I’ve always enjoyed his movies ~ the first one I saw was Risky Business back in Chicago (snuck out of class to go to the theater alone), and I loved it! Been a fan of his work ever since.

In Cocktail, he plays Brian, a guy fresh out of the army who can’t get a marketing job because he doesn’t have a college degree. He accepts a job as a bartender to make money while taking classes, but ends up becoming a superstar bartender. Brian has a falling out with Doug, the guy who got him started, and he takes off for Jamaica to earn a bundle quickly at a resort. He meets two women. One appears to be his soul mate; the other appears to be someone who can help him rise up the corporate ladder.

Brian makes a choice. The movie explores the repercussions of that choice, and I find it interesting to watch even after several viewings. Doug is an important character too, and his on and off friendship with Brian influences some of Brian’s decisions.

This is definitely an “80s” movie! 😀

Rory’s S’mores

Another Guy Called Bloke Production!


At what point in our lives do you think we think we are good enough?

Speaking only for myself… never! I wake every day knowing there are goals to achieve and improvements to make.


In life, what do you consider beautiful?

Cats, poetry, art of various forms, nature (flowers, sunsets, birds, butterflies, etc.), and of course my family.


Do you think that when we dream, we can dream within a dream? But if you don’t dream, why do you think that is?

Yes, definitely. I have dreamt about dreaming.


How do you manage your stress or do you not suffer from stress?

It varies. I don’t handle stress well at all, so I try to eliminate it at the source ~ this is why I gave up dating, where others persevere through unpleasantness. I can’t tolerate the bad. It literally makes me sick. But some things can’t be helped; stuff appears out of the blue. I will get physically ill and have to deal with that. I’ll get migraines and take medicine. My sleep will suffer. Etc. I severely manage down interactions with people so that my stress is minimized.


Are there things or maybe just one thing you wish to achieve before you die?

I did want to have success as a writer, but I don’t see that happening. I’m not talented enough, nor do I have the patience to endlessly slog away on a novel anymore when I can get instant feedback via short blog posts.


Some experience many things during their lifetimes, but do you think there is something that everyone should experience at least once?



Are you afriad to be different? To stand out from the crowd, to push away your peers if needs be and say “I am ME!”

No. I’m more afraid of being one of them, though generally I blend in wherever I go, at least superficially. I realize that sounds contradictory, but it’s not. I blend in just enough so that no one notices/bothers me, and then I get away as fast as I can to be apart from them.


Which do you think is easier ‘to hate or to love?’

To hate obviously. Humans are all about forming groups and excluding other humans in order to hate and possibly kill them.

Pi Poetry (3.14159)


Cherry, apple, blueberry.


Is what makes it


I’ve always preferred graham cracker,

But I can understand if you love flaky traditional.



I miss dreams.


Talking realistic goals, but


Prancing upon glitter spun rainbows…

Pies in the skies and stars in my eyes.


Tagging Nova, who likes new forms of poetry

For My Next Husband

My first husband and I “eloped” to Vegas. We told both sets of parents (mine were upset), but basically we wanted to do something impulsive and fun ~ we were in our mid-20s, independent, so no big deal. When we returned, my mother bought us a cake from the grocery store. The marriage lasted one year.

My second husband and I had a nice wedding, though small. It was at a hotel with a snooty French chef who didn’t “do” pastry. He also refused to allow outside food in “his” restaurant. He made us a baked Alaska as a compromise. That marriage lasted 21 years.

So, the one thing I absolutely require at my next wedding, should there be one, is a real actual proper WEDDING CAKE. And that brings us to this song: “Doll Parts,” written by Courtney Love in 1994. It’s not exactly a romantic song, but it’s honest, dammit, and that’s what counts.

These songs are for Bee’s month of music prompts. 🌹

The Dream [flash 107]

He always watched from afar as she walked toward the cliff, oblivious to danger as she softly played her flute in the warm summer breeze. Her dress was the color of hyacinths, and a crown of flowers adorned her chestnut hair. As he tried to warn her, the words tangled in his brain, for he was but a beast and could not speak. Finally, he began to run, but it was too late. He was always too late.

He woke in the dark, hours before dawn, as reality spiraled in once again. It had been three years. When would he stop dreaming about trying to save her?


Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge

Sometimes You Feel Like A Nut!

Nutty questions from King Nutball himself, Sir Rory, First of His Name, Blogger of the Crunchy and of the Smooth, also known as A Guy Named Bloke.

What will your epitaph read like?

– The Atheist: All Dressed Up & Nowhere To Go.

If you could explore anything Indiana Jones/Lara Croft style, where would you go first?

– Donald Trump’s tax returns. Will have antivenin on hand.

What has been your biggest mistake in the kitchen?

– Eating takeout sushi.

What was the craziest thing you did at school?

– Showed up drunk to P.E. with friend after lunch at my house. Teacher knew and thought it was hilarious, made us walk a line. Yes, I drove. Bad! Never do this, kids!

When you dream do you dream in colour, black and white or technicolour?

– Color usually, though I have not been remembering any of my dreams lately and I don’t know why.

What quote or saying do people spout but is complete and utter rubbish?

– “Never give up hope!” And similar nonsense. There are times when the most intelligent course of action is to stop sitting around hoping and praying for a “miracle” that will obviously never come but to move on emotionally and/or in other ways to heal from whatever the unfortunate situation is we’re talking about, whether a romantic breakup or a vanished career path or anything else.

What’s the most interesting thing you’ve read or seen this week?

– The crocodile 🐊 popsicles.

What’s the most useless talent you have?

– Doing well on tests.

Would you rather be alone for the rest of your life or always be surrounded by annoying people?

– Lol, alone. Luckily, being alone doesn’t bother me and I can easily handle bouts of loneliness. Thank God for books and movies!

Would you rather be locked in a room that is constantly dark for a week or a room that is constantly bright for a week?

– Bright. Surprise! But I actually am a bit scared of total darkness and would rather tone down brightness with a scarf over my eyes or sunglasses than not have light at all. If I couldn’t tone it down, I would adjust.

Would you rather relive the same day for 365 days or lose a year of your life?

– Relive, which is pretty much what I do now, lol. I’m getting too old to casually give up a year, which is a rather largish percentage of what I have left.

Would you rather find your true love or a suitcase with five million dollars inside?

– Give me the money! I’m getting a bit old to find true love ~ what would I do with him anyway, compare ailments? I’m reminded of that Hot in Cincinnati ep where the olds went on a date and chatted about their favorite meds.

(I like Valium. 💝)

Making the Eight

Who knows this Game of Thrones reference? 😀

I’ve been tagged by Jim to answer these 8 questions and so I shall.

1. Name a moment in your life when you felt you were most courageous.

– When I chased the car that hit me in 2016, off the freeway, down deserted streets, after midnight, like a freaking idiot. Thank God he lost me. What in hell did I think I was gonna do if he stopped? He was probably armed!

2. If you had to choose only one breakfast cereal for the rest of your life, which one would it be?

– Instant Quaker oatmeal, maple flavor.

3. When have you felt the most scared?

– See no. 1.

4. If you could sing like any musical artist, who would you choose?

– Rosanne Cash.

5. Do you collect anything?

– Not now, no space.

6. If you could live inside a TV show or movie, what would it be?

You’ve Got Mail.

7. Have you ever had a reoccurring dream? If so, what was it?

– I used to dream for years about drowning, near- drowning, houses flooding so I’d have to escape to the roof, warning people that water was coming up to the windows and no one would listen, etc. My ex-husband said these dreams were because my mother was so hovering, but they stopped the day he left, so idk.

8. What’s your Zodiac sign?


My Dream House

When I first saw Melanie’s question, I thought of a condo. I’m not really a “yard person,” and why would I want to bother with paying someone to maintain gardens if I’m not gonna sit out there and enjoy ’em? But condos have HOA’s with loads of rules and busybodies and freaking neighbors in your face telling you what color toilet paper to use. Annoying! 😡

So, forget the condo. I’ll take a house in Huntington Beach. Not a big monster house, but something modest where I can have a few cats and a quiet life. Today I’m only supposed to describe the outside of it because we’re doing the inside in another post. Why? Idk! Ask Melanie.

There are a lot of cute houses in HB, but I don’t want one too close to the beach because tsunamis, hello. Or too close to a school, shopping center, busy street, or anything noisy and irritating. The reason I like HB is because it’s an okay commute to my job in Irvine, and it has all the stores and doctors. How’s that for sounding like an old? Of course if we’re really dreaming, I’m independently wealthy and no longer have to work. Maybe then we’ll scootch my dream house on up to Santa Barbara.


Welp, I can’t find any photos of my house on Zillow. Probably it won’t be in HB after all… the cute houses are all smushed up next to each other and the ones with more lot space are mega mansions. I just want an 1800 square footer with some yard around the sides for privacy. Then I’ll have nice trees and pretty flowers and a patio in the back with striped furniture I won’t use. Gotta be striped though. And a table with an umbrella! No pool… meh. They fill up with frogs and salamanders and who needs that?

I want a catio ~ a patio for my cats where they can play safely in a large enclosed outdoor area but not run away or get hurt. Actually I’ll sit out there too and write while my cats scamper around. That’ll be fun! So maybe I don’t need the umbrella table then? Or do people have a catio and a patio? That seems rather indulgent. Anyway, my catio will need a heat lamp like a restaurant… and a cute waiter to turn it on. He can double as my massage guy. (Really wish I hadn’t google image searched that. You get the catio, sorry.)

Even though my house isn’t super duper deluxe, I want a really nice front door cuz I’ve never had one, with everything on the outside painted turquoise and white… and a sweet curved walk and driveway paved with butterflies. I made that up, but it turns out this exists, as does everything you can think of.

That’s all. Here’s an approximation of my dream house. Imagine it in turquoise…

Hmm, these colors are growing on me. Like coffee ice cream with chocolate trim and a turquoise accent door. I can live with that, and maybe it’s better to keep my wacky tastes on the downlow so burglars won’t think to steal all my stuffs when I pop out to Target like they would if I went with my first impulse of purples and turquoise. 😂

Dream Path [fiction 340]

In the dream, she is young again, a small girl of perhaps 10 years of age. She is loved and guarded, never left alone, but one night she sneaks out during her mother’s birthday party and gets lost in the forest. It’s much different in the dark with only the moon and stars providing light. She trips over roots and steadies herself on the trees, which loom so much larger now.

Wolves howl and owls scream. She does not fear them however: they would not dare to touch her, a protected princess of the land! Her father owns everything. If not for her family, the developers would tear down the forest. Her grandfather has said this many times. Then she hears a slither near her feet and is not certain the snakes are aware of her status like the smarter wolves and owls.

She runs from the sound, following the moon back to the house, but soon finds herself in a strange part of the woods. It is light in the night ~ how can this be? She realizes the air is alive with golden birds and butterflies, reflecting light from a shimmering stream. Magic! The girl feels happy and free. She begins to follow the stream, her worries melting as she walks along. Growing thirsty, she drinks from the stream and feels full and energized. She could go on like this forever and leave everything behind.

But… something, something holds her back. Something pulls at her hand, something sharp. It bites! Her eyes fill with tears. One of the serpents has followed her to the magical place? Noooo…

“Nurse, she’s pulled her IV out.”

“No problem. I’ll fix it in a jiffy.”

“Mom? Hey, Mom! You’re awake. How are you feeling? Liana and Nicky came to see you today. Say hi to Grandma, you guys. She can hear you. She’s awake now.”

“Hi, Gwamma.”


She tries to shut out the voices and return to the magical forest of golden butterflies, but it is too late now. Maybe after lunch.


Thank you to Laura for the photo challenge.