Ever had a dream you dismiss a nonsense dream, until you really think about it?
I just had a very weird one.
In the dream a large group of people came over for dinner. I had expected two people, but those two had decided to bring a few more, so I had ten extra people sitting around my table waiting to be fed.
Gulp! It might not be a true nightmare, but it would certainly freak me out if it happened in real life!
Anyway, the only thing I could come up with on the spur of the moment was soup. So I brought a big pot of soup to the table and started serving.
I must have overestimated how much I had because I was a little too generous with the first servings. The last people got just a few tablespoons in their bowls.
But that’s not the worst part. The soup I’d chosen to serve only had two ingredients, lettuce and water. Yep, I’d dumped several heads of iceberg lettuce into a big pot of water, brought it to a boil, and called it dinner.
Anyway, the dream disturbed me more than it should, so I sat down and thought it through. I needed to figure why I was so bothered by such a silly little dream.
It was easier to figure out than I thought it would be. Probably because I know my own mind pretty well.
I’ve been very lax this summer, letting pretty much everything cut into my writing time. Family, the kitchen remodel, the dog, sunshine, yard work, you name it, I’ve let it disrupt my schedule.
My brain is smart enough to know it’ll starve without some real writing time.
Just like I was starving my guests with that lettuce soup.
Now that I realize what’s going on in my noggin, it’s up to me to feed the hungry creature inside my head. Time to put my writing fingers to work and cook up something nourishing for my brain to enjoy.
Let’s hope I can come up with something more substantial than lettuce soup!