Nonsense

I woke up early and headed over to see my doctor for a routine check-up. I dislike going to see the doctor immensely. Everything about the facility is so impersonal and sterile. I believe that if the walls were painted any other color besides white, my visits there would be more tolerable. Furthermore, why are the only magazines they have in the waiting room about sailing? Needless to say, I was glad when my visit was over.

I suppose I could spend this time writing about all of the mundane things that occurred today. I could mention how I ordered pictures online, and when I went to pick them up, they were not ready. I could mention how I went to the thrift store and bought some beautiful Japanese coasters, silver picture frame, and antique salt shakers. I could mention that I contemplated buying a picnic basket, but then decided against it when I remembered that Chris hates picnics. The large plant I bought for $6 dollars could also be mentioned here, but I will refrain from telling such trivial stories.

Instead I want to share my dream. My sister and I were both on a large cliff, looking down below. For no apparent reason, I pushed her off of the edge. I felt afraid as she descended, fearing that she would die. She floated down hundreds of feet to the bottom of the cliff, and landed like Mary Poppins on the ground. My sister smiled at me and asked me to jump down to the bottom with her. I was afraid, and chose instead to walk along the edge of the cliff on my way to the bottom.

The meaning of this dream eludes me at the moment. I am trying to analyze it, and extrapolate meaning from it. Perhaps some chocolate fudge ice cream will facilitate the process.