Scribbles

I want to scribble again after a period of dryness for words. Now that my daughter is eight months old, I can hear the call of ideas shouting inside my head again. Although I have not put my way of expressing a thought into practice, I’m willing to give it another shot. With a bit of luck, I wish to be enthused once more.

Monday, July 26, 2004

Spiderman turned Bumblebee

I had the weirdest dream last night. I dreamt of spiderman. But he was not a spider. He was a bee in my dream, a bumblebee.

So, what should I call him, bumbleman???

In my dream, bumbleeman was my husband. One day, our enemies came to destroy our hive. They were searching for bumbleeman. I was pregnant, and my guards were desperate to protect me because of my condition. Bumbleeman went far to distract our enemies, and then I woke up. Its five thirty...

Some strange dream...

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