I’m not sure what category this would really be under, but I had a strange dream and I thought I would share it with you. In the dream I am supposed to read a novel called “Mary Roquefort, a Girl and Her Cheese”. Now, first of all, that is funny enough! The world I was in was like a nursery rhyme. There were big and colorful backdrops with bizarre skies and lighting. The dream was just about me reading this novel, or not reading as the problem turned out to be. I was frantic to learn about what the book was about without actually reading it. Which is pretty much how I got through college.
On the search I encountered cheese of every sort. People were rude and mean, mostly because I did not know enough about cheese. I have no idea what it was supposed to symbolize or what deep meaning it had. I woke up when I heard a nice friendly voice say, “yo”. That would be my nice husband waking me up. I’m not sure if I dreamed it because I watched a “Wallace and Gromit”, in which they made a trip to the moon (where, of course they snacked on slices of fresh mooncheese!), of if I was just hungry when I went to bed.