I once read that one of the top five annoying conversation starters of all time is, “I had a dream last night…”. Supposedly, the idea of sharing your dreams with people is the mental equivalent of scratching your nails on a chalkboard–irksome to say the least.  I don’t know if those same people that get annoyed at hearing dreams would feel the same way if Brin Berliner told them his dreams. Brin and I shared a school bus for years, if you need to know, yes we were on the short school bus, we were in a special school for young scientist, which as you may gather from that previous admission Brin was not prone to hyperbole (I am). His dreams were so fantastical that any one of them could have been made into the world’s greatest children’s book or blockbuster movie.  I would listen intently for the almost 2 hours it took us to get to school each morning (traffic in Los Angeles is serious). Brin had dreams that well, I could only dream of having.  The other night I had a very, odd dream, it was odd on so many levels but the most predominant feature was that I was in horrible physical pain. In my dream a woman was tattooing something on the bottom of my foot. I tried not to writhe in what was excruciating pain, she promised she was almost done, I allowed her to continue. The part that’s even more odd than getting the bottom of my foot tattooed (although if you have a young daughter that wants a tattoo that seems the smartest place to put it) was that I had no idea what was being tattooed on the bottom of my foot. All I knew, beside the pain was that I was getting very anxious that it felt like whatever was being permanently adhered to my person was going to be larger than I had anticipated, and it was…When the tattoo artist was finished and I could finally examine my new tattoo I turned my foot over tentatively to see what was now a part of me, it was one word in script it read, ‘trust’. I woke up. Granted, this dream is nowhere as exciting as Brin Berliner’s dreams were but it has stuck with me all week and perhaps will stick with me longer still. I don’t usually put much stock into dream interpretation, but this one has had me Googling variations of the dream when I have a free moment.  Have you ever had a dream that just stuck with you? Do you believe in interpreting your dreams?  I am always impressed with people that can either A) remember their dreams or B) keep track of their dreams. Here’s to a happy weekend and happy dreaming!

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P.P.S. Designer Rachel W. of Benign Objects did a super cool post+ download that I loved and think you may like as well!