To dream the impossible dream?

This is crazy, but I feel the need to write about it. I don’t set parameters for my writing; I write what I want, whenever I feel the need. When I woke up this morning, I knew I had to write about my dream; it’s crazy, but omg, it felt so real and so delicious I can still taste it!  I actually stayed in bed and savoured it even more.

I’m hoping it’s one of those dreams that is foretelling what is coming in my future day-to-day living. No, I didn’t win a million bucks. I’ve never dreamed of winning money; hmmmm, I probably have, but I don’t remember. The thing about dreaming for me is that I pretty much remember everything I dream about when I wake up. Most of the time, for a short while anyway. Money is not a biggie for me.

I’ve even woken up to go pee (this is common when we age btw), and told myself I needed to return to this dream I was experiencing. And yes, this works, not always, but mostly. No, it was not Tom Selleck in my dream; he is still an unfulfilled fantasy for me, sigh… A girl can always dream, right? sorry/not sorry

This dream was so delicious I can still taste it! In fact, I’m still savouring it, and I’m a little amazed at what the heck this is all about. Okay, now for the big reveal… most of you are probably going to think, like, WTF? Is she losing it? Well, I may be somewhat, but I enjoyed/savoured/devoured the most delicious lobster feast ever!!!!!

OMG… it was so real and so tasty and entertaining as well. My younger sister and her family were in it; in fact, I can still see them flying through the air after being catapulted from shore (we were at a seaside resort of sorts) and landing on our special place/island. We had all to ourselves, all family, and it was beautiful :  )

Seeing them flying through the air was so natural and matter-of-fact; I loved it. They joined me, and the rest of our mutual family and, oh… we were all wearing flowing white robes. The lobster feast was everywhere, platters and bowls and, omg, heaping and dripping with deliciousness, and it was all lobster, without the shells and white and plump and… and… I’m still drooling…

It was arranged on tables and blankets with plates heaped high, and we were all sitting around on the sandy beach just eating and laughing and enjoying the feast of a lifetime. I was eating my fill, and even though I was full, I decided on one more little morsel. I asked no one in particular to have one more little morsel, and then, not waiting for an answer, I just picked it up and ate it. I can still picture this :  )

An amazing family feast at a seaside resort; I should say here it was all my family, my side of it…  lol. My kids and my relatives… not sure what that was all about, but probably the obvious, whatever that means lol.

My dreams are always vivid and in technicolor and always feel so real that upon awakening I need to settle down and realize that I was only dreaming. Some never remember their dreams; I find that somewhat unbelievable. Stuff also comes to me in dreams. An answer I may be seeking or a solution to a problem that’s been bugging me… but never Tom Selleck! He’ll probably remain my only unanswered dream.

The weirdest part of all this is my desire to write about it, like, wth? Who the heck wants to read about my lobster dream? I’m sure I haven’t shared any dreams on my blog, which is going on 12 years of blogging. The weirdest thing is these platters and bowls heaping with gleaming, shimmering white lobster meat are still affixed in my brain.

My only explanation (I always try to figure stuff out) is maybe the cereal I’ve been eating for supper more days than I care to admit is wearing thin. Lordy, Lordy, I always have to have milk and cereal on hand in my home. I don’t cook much (not at all if I can help it). Being a caterer in another life and feeding hundreds, even thousands, has turned me off of cooking for myself.

If you are reading this, feel free to invite me over for supper :  ) Be forewarned, I WILL show up. BTW, most of my food dreams are about catering and always either running out of food (which never happened) or staff not showing up for work, which also never happened. I had a policy about that: if you don’t show up for work, you’d better be dead! (true btw) That was back in the day, sorry/not sorry…

And that’s a wrap! Time for breakfast (toast). Cereal is suppertime food, lol.

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November 14th 2026

ps: Tom Selleck, I’m still available …