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Welcome to the BOMB.

The Blog Of the "Mother" of Bandit.
Bandit is my Hairless Chinese Crested--he's the "normal" one. I, on the other hand, am unrepentantly "pet-crazy." You know the type--the spinster who lives in the haunted house three blocks over with 72 cats...okay, so I don't have 72 cats, and my house isn't haunted--but my dogs wardrobe is better than mine! Need I say more? :~)
I've never been consistant at journaling, so the timing of my blogs will be sporadic at best. I just hope they are as entertaining to you as they are to me; however, be forewarned: Most of my blogs will be about The BaldOne. In spite of his Don King "do," I think he's just as cute as any of the Brothers B!
Now, if I can just remember not to get him wet--or feed him after midnight...

About Me

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My bags are packed and I'm always ready to seek out an adventure with Bandit and Moggy in tow. Bandit is my thirteen year old Chinese Crested, who I frequently call The Bald One or The BaldOne Boy (like he was one of the Baldwin Brothers). Moggy’s full name is Pip-Moggy. He’s my two year old gansta-resuce kitty. I couldn’t decide between Pip (which are the spots on die and domino tiles) and Moggy (or Moggie when I mistakenly thought he was a she), so I combined the two. Moggy refers to the British term for "cat of unknown parentage .” So in essence, I have an almost bald dog, and I’ve named my cat “Spot.”

Fun Stuff (I'm doing now or have done)

  • Artistic Attempts weekly (alternating between Painting With A Twist, That Art Place, and Peniot's Palette).
  • Bunko with the Belton Bunko Babes monthly.
  • Participating in the A to Z Blogging Challenge.
  • Spades and Liverpool Rummy with the Spadetts weekly.
  • The Mighty Texas Dog Walk, Austin (fund raiser for Service Dogs, Inc--they train shelter dogs to be Service Dogs, then give them free of charge to people with disabilities.)

Thursday, November 19, 2015

My Newest Dream-Twist.

I dream vivid dreams. I always have. As a kid I sleep-talked and sleep-walked.  And from time to time I still do--but now mostly I just dream the actions within the dream. 

There was a period of time when I dreamt the same dream every single night. I did not like this dream--even as a child I knew my choices in the dream were leading me into danger. One day I decided I was going to change the dream. And that night, when things started to go wrong in the dream I told myself, in my dream, "I don't like this. I'm going to stop this and I'm going to do something different."  I knew I was dreaming, but I was determined to change my dream. And I did. The outcome was much more pleasant, and I never had that particular bad dream again. Dreams can be powerful.  But we, even as children in our dream-state, can be more powerful. 

Here are a few of the more interesting characteristics of my dreams:  

On many occasions I have woke myself up giggling, crying, and singing.

I feel pain when I dream--both physical and emotional. I feel stress, terror, pinches, broken teeth, falling sensations--everything I dream. 

My dreams are played out in vivid colors. Bright, sometimes psychedelic, strong colors. Technicolor. 

For a while, I did not see faces--I recognized people more by their personalities than by physical attributes--so a friend who has brown hair and green eyes might appear in my dream as a blue-eyed blonde, but I would know who they were by their kindness, ability to salsa, or whatever is unique to them. But in recent years, I have started dreaming more realistic appearances of my friends--the situations I find myself in continue to be bizarre, totally disjointed, and frequently play out like an episode of "I Love Lucy,"--but my people are more realistic looking. Go figure.  

I also love to analyze my dreams. I can usually find a connection to something from my real life. Sometimes good. Sometimes bad. Always with an interesting dream-twist. 

Tonights dream twist was a bit of a shocker.  Evidently I now dream with an accent.

For some reason I think it was Columbian-Peruvian.  

I'll have to analyze this to find out what it means. 

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