when words fail me, which is often, I paint. When words work for me and are available on time, I am surprised.

Friday, March 09, 2007

Chocolate Falling Everywhere

Thank you Michelle O Neil of Full-Soul Ahead for submitting a dream of chocolate:
"last night I dreamt of chocolate.
Cupcakes with melted chocolate for frosting
,>(complete and extreme sweetness)
and I was dropping handfuls of resees cups and hershey's chocolate into the melted chocolate frosting,>(co-creator of this richness, this decadent extreme, forbidden, I would assume, in your lifestyle.)
swirling them around.
I woke up before I got even one damn bite!>( some part of you may be feeling as though it is not getting it's fair share of all the sweetness you are a co-creator of and participant in.
This meaning could be interpreted differently for you if you were not aware of the fact that you wouldn't be eating the chocolate in the dream.
If everything was groovy and delicious with all that chocolate swirling around, the dream would be commenting on your feeling of satisfaction with all of the sweetness around you.
Also, you very likely are pre-menstrual and in need of some Calcim, Magnesium and Zinc compound.


Jerri said...

Here's my dream, Stacy. It will help to know that Dayton's was the major department store chain in Minneapolis (where I lived for 28 years and until last year). It's since become Marshall Fields and now Macy's, but it will always be Dayton's to me.

Dreamed I was auditioning for Dayton’s commercial. Worked through the night at CPi on project. Dayton’s had bought the co. and I was helping with move into swanky, swanky new quarters. Next day I was in some sort of class and serving a snack for the class. As I worked on putting the snack together (had left some of what I’d prepared behind in running from a tornado) I realized it was time I was supposed to be at the audition.

Ran there, no make up, threw on my clothes as I ran, and didn’t have all of what I’d planned to wear. Missing accessories and shoes I wanted but had the basics—my plain black dress. Old Faithful. Ended up wearing leopard patterned shoes and belt of some sort. Hair was okay but no make up whatsoever.

The night before I’d come to the attention of the CEO of Dayton’s. In a room full of gorgeous, gorgeous, young, made-up women with clothing and hair to die for, I came to the special attention of the woman in charge. The group went to lunch. We walked there together and I helped her avoid the marshy spots because she was wearing terribly expensive shoes. She talked about the evil necessity of wearing heels. We separated when we got to the restaurant. I felt I should give others a chance to talk with her but from across the room she motioned for me to sit by her. She asked questions and I answered. Couldn’t contain my enthusiasm over some things like owning props for shoots, etc. She said I was like a comfortable pickup and no one would be intimidated by me but everyone would want me. Girls in room were jealous. One came over and asked if she’d seen correctly, if the leader really had asked me to sit by her. My answer was that I wasn’t sure. That it had seemed so to me but I was so shocked that I’d taken a place near her rather than right beside her because I couldn’t imagine she’d want me, even thought it seemed that’s what she was saying.

The girl next to me told me not to worry about it that they all just wished they were me. I looked at this young, beautiful woman and then down at my old fat self and couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

Michelle O'Neil said...

Ha! Thanks Stacy!!!