Last night was mostly a sleepless night. I’m not sure why.  Our bedroom was cool despite the ninety degree day. I did sleep for an hour or so and had a dream.

I was on a bed with several people.  One of them was a mixed media artist and poet. She had a volume of poems printed on white paper and pasted into a turquoise and yellow book.  I opened it and this was one of them:

i’m sorry the media got involved

it was only meant for us

you have to admit

the sign on the door did say cash only

I was a little embarrassed for her, but then a Cuban man showed up and he had a family issue and needed my help.  My dog Selkie was also running around and my grandfather was on the bed too. I woke up and jotted the dream down right away. I have no idea what it means.

Why on earth am I sharing this?

Let me make up for it with some link love for the coffee drinkers and writers out there:

money/grants for writers

Here’s a mint idea.

leftover coffee?

some gold amongst the straw