Well, that was weird

[meirwen_1988]

So last night in dreamland there was this long, strange sequence that involved unique_name_123 and her amazing child, and these very special cutout cookies that he _had_ to have.

And then there was some sci_fi.

And something about a house.

And something work related.

What part has me going "Huh?"? The part with my friend and her son.  I suppose part of it is that lately I find myself using her experience as a bit of  a touchstone (sort of WWDD?) processing. But, no, it isn't the sci-fi, or the Escheresque house, or the work connected to totally surreal issues and environs. It was about the cut-out cookies the size of a hand for an amazing kid.

Maybe it's that they were frosted. I hate frosted sugar cookies.

Hmmmmm.

Comments

[blondebaroness.livejournal.com]

Mine contained my high school gym teacher...and I didn't even have popcorn (which produces wacky dreams.)

[papaboris.livejournal.com]

maybe you need to make the child some cookies?

[unique_name_123]

Hmmm. In my families, cookies symbolized Grandma. It was home and family and Christmas. It was the time and love she put into every cookie. Maybe you are recognizing a need for that in both of our lives.

[swordandmug.livejournal.com]

Sorry, when I see WWDD, I do not think of unique but think of my cadet days with Diego. ...used to have the T-shirt to prove it (but I gave that to Michael Gladewyne).

[unique_name_123]

I hope you are not having difficulty figuring out which of us is more likely to choose a path that will keep you out of trouble! ;-)