Which frontier? There are many. We are exploring the extent of the social frontier with the Internet right now. Lots of cowboys out there really think it never went away.

The founding principles are still here IMHO. It's just that Congress is not doing their job in maintaining the balance of the three branches.... the Executive Branch has hijacked a lot of governmental power, whining about "obstructionist Congress" the blankity blanking nerve!!!! by Kingly abuse of the Executive Order process. We haven't had a Constitutional amendment in over half a century, and there are many many many issues that need to be addressed IMHO. We have ALL the founding principles at our fingertips, but keep electing boobs to Congress who can't find their bleep with two hands.

The rats never get a visit to the vet.... they'd have to be terribly maimed for that, for a mercy shot. Average life span of a mouse or rat is three years alas. They really are nice pets. Maybe you are stuck in a maze with all those dreams.

Last night, I dreamed my mother came back to life. She was laid out for about five days because my father was procrastinating the burial. I was arranging some flowers - each a different bright, metallic color - to put on her for a photo. Then, I saw her eyes open. I didn't know if this was some post-mortem phenom, but she made a few other small movements. My father returned from errands, and I told him. He said he knew. Then, Mum started talking.

The weirdest thing is when she died, and I was far away, I dreamed of going into a store and seeing the most beautiful tulip roses. I kept passing by. They were too beautiful to go to waste, so I decided to get a dozen for Mum, in different colors, but these were pastels. The clerk (true to my life) was still working on getting them when I woke up.

My point is, what is this about different-colored flowers and life and death for my mother?

I love the smell of gardenias. I don't know of any growing around here. Honeysuckle will do. Aaaah.

Wow, I can't remember what Mum said. Funny thing, though, I was walking home from church today on a beautiful sunny day. I was approaching a pedestrian bridge under the bright blue sky, and having a conversation with myself. It went something like:

"Wouldn't you love to see/hear from Mum?"
"Oh, I don't think that would be appropriate. It would be like Saul conjuring Samuel."
"But do you have the faith to see her?" thought I looking off to a spot in the field.
"Oh, that would be lovely."

I looked down, and there were some lavender mums growing in somebody's garden. Ha ha ha. It was like the time, after doing concerts in Oklahoma, that I went to Dallas on a lark. Something in my psycho head said, "If you go to Dallas, maybe you can see the Moody Blues."

Well, I did. Their images were on a billboard ad. Ha ha ha. It's like God is toying with me, answering prayers with as broad an interpretation as I keep the commandments. Ya think maybe I need help.

Me mum toyed with the idea of reincarnation at least. I thought of that when I kept seeing turkeys in strange ways right after she died. For example, one walked the entire distance of the lawn and held the Evo, who goes ballistic at everything that moves, mesmerized. No, I don't think she's a turkey. I was just having fun in my dementia.

I had a great dream two days ago. I was in the airport I go to in my dreams. I don't recognize the place as anywhere I've ever seen awake, but that's the airport I go to in my dreams. I was so happy to be there because it reminded me of going to Europe, and I had the feeling I would go again.

Last night, I dreamed Moodies fans had committed to listen to 100 Moodies songs (or read that many articles) a day in days leading to concerts so they wouldn't go all gaga over Justin. There was a billboard, in hues of blue and lavender, that read "680,000" tallying the joint effort. That wasn't a powerful dream, just a Moody-related absurd dream.

I hope you use it as a counter-example, seeing I'm the only stalker on Udo's detail.

I had a dream about the Merrillville venue. It had been redone in red carpet. The pit seats were like mounds in the carpet - stylish and elegant, but the upholstery was continuous with the carpet. I still didn't have a ticket, so I was scouting out a seat. Because the pit was so designer, I decided the orchestra was actually better, since there was a bunch of centrally-located seating, also continuously upholstered in the red carpet.

The next thing I remember, I was talking to Justin. He said things were different now. We were talking about the next generation, and he suggested I put to action the things whereof I spoke. I said emphatically I wanted to, but it was against my religion. Fearing I had offended him, I started clinging desperately. I remember saying, "You're the only one I ever loved." I was trying to convince him to stay, but he left. I spent the rest of the dream waiting around and looking for him.

I'll interpret this as me expressing my infatuation.

If I wanted, I could Google the interpretation of 3 in dreams and post the weirdest thing I find. The cigs remind me of that commercial of Brooke Shields. It aired past my bedtime, but I heard of it. And that reminds me that in Utah today it is Pie in Ear Day.

Sweet! Sounds fun.

Had some wild dreams last night.... leslee you were in them, but so were some old high school buddies and my Mom..... darn I can't remember what we were all doing, but Mom and my friend John are in the next world, so maybe they came back for a visit. For whatever reason, forgive me leslee, I was mixing you some powerful drink of some kind. It was magical, not sure if that includes alcohol. Sure was pretty colors, you would have liked it. I was making some for my other pals too, it wasn't like you were being singled out. Some strange party in Dreamtime.

Hoka hey! Just got done watching a movie I found on a Native American facebook feed a month ago, *Dreamkeepers*, VERY VERY GOOD.... I can't imagine why this didn't get more coverage in the States. No promotion I guess. I had to order mine from Germany, so now I have another PAL movie and can put it on in German if I want.

Native American stories I guess don't mean a lot to folks not interested in such things, but I got weepy a few times in it. The special effects were wonderful, gorgeous. The story line was all broken up, mostly old legends and tales (I only recognized bits and pieces of them) and it jumped between two modern Indians trying to get to a pow wow in Albuquerque and the legends.... lot of good Indian humor too. (An acquired taste.) Very well done, I super recommend it if you can track it down.

Sorta gave me another perspective on my own son. He's into writing now.... and he's selling it too. Another storyteller in the family....

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dreamkeeper

yeek. Checks in dreams. I never dream about money or gold... I have no idea what I was dreaming about last night, it was a bit like watching an Avengers action movie (things were moving very fast) but I woke up like every two hours.... running a nasty fever with a cold bug, some 1st graders gave me a little gift 😛 Every time I awoke, it was after dreaming something intense, I have no idea what now, then I had to move two cats off the bed, two blankets peeled back and stagger into the kitchen for liquids (very dehydrated) and I know you don't want to know this, but I slept with a kerchief up my nose to catch the dribbles. YUCK. No comfortable way to sleep. I'm just glad no accidents, the kitten whizzed on my bedspread the other night... woke me up! You never saw a bed stripped so fast!

I hope business is good for John and Justin, and that they are dreaming of music, and not money!

glad you found time for MBT leslee, sorta lonely over here.... I stopped dropping by almost.

testing... thread is behaving funky. Very funky.

What a lovely thought. Jefferson, Faneuil, Adams et all..... several were agnostic types, and these sparkling space age angels hovering over head. Who knows, sounds like a good story plot.

I don't know what to say about money, we all have our issues, sometimes self inflicted.

Yes that's a stat that often care givers die prior to the person they are taking care of due to stress related issues. I was very firm about being paid for my hours spent care-taking.... no need to go into it, but family members who are not on scene have no concept of what it's like. Take care of yourself, and appeal to the family is all I can say.

No dreams lately, that I can remember.