Flo and Friends by Jenny Campbell for October 12, 2022

I once dreamed I was back in first grade. Same school, same classroom, everything. And just as I sat down before class started, I suddenly said, “Wait a minute, didn’t I already do this?” :P :P :P

Then there’s the back at school, heading to take the final and can’t remember what room it’s in because so many classes were cut.

If the dream repeats maybe someone is trying to tell you something.

But now, when you make flour paste to lick off your fingers, you can spice up with a little cinnamon. And you can have all the construction paper you want. But what’s the challenge with that? The little blunt scissors take a little patience as well.

My dreams often involve houses – sometimes houses I have never seen, sometimes houses I have lived in before. Never my current home or that of my child, although sometimes my child and my mother live there with us. It’s all so bizarre. Sometimes it’s my former home of 30 years that I wanted to stay in but it had too many stairs and too many rooms and a large yard I couldn’t maintain any more.

I find the older I get, the less interesting my dreams, which is sad since I kept dream journals for years. Now there is nothing interesting to put in them. This may be due to getting less deep sleep as you age, starting at middle age.