Dreamlog

Crazy dreams continue. This time, running into my writers’ group at a mall on their way to a class most of them were taking together. Then later at the actual meeting, they had invited a lot more people than the five I had initially counted on, maybe twenty people altogether. We met in someone’s house, and every time someone made an entrance, a group of young girl ballerinas would announce them, and if they were female, give them a tiara. Instead of going over the chapter I had submitted, I played Onion Man on the ukulele. Some people danced and others pulled out their own instruments to play along.

Oh yeah, and there was also a dog that put on a puppet show. I can’t remember many details about that part, except that one of the puppets was an owl holding a book.