February 4th 1993
Last night I dreamt that I was a super hero. It wasn't a reoccurring dream, but it was quite fascinating. Dreaming of the ability of flight often associates with a recent positive experience or the feeling of being wonderful, capable and free. The only problem was that I could only fly if the wind was just right. I kept bouncing off of buildings. Also every time I would be called to duty, Maris would call me on my cell phone and I would get my cape caught in the elevator or I would be fumbling with the phone while saving people from a world disaster. Needless to say, a superhero should never have to wear those tights. They kept riding up. How annoying when one is trying to stop a speeding meteor.
Dreams of being a superhero usually indicate the coping with some unusual strain or difficulty; perhaps in the family, economical struggles, or a conflict. I don't think any of them apply here.
As I sit here sipping my Latte and nibbling at my Madeleine, the café is piping in a most offensive song to all who live in Seattle. How dare they? Don't they know that people have feelings? It's that most hideous song, "I Can See Clearly Now The Rain Is Gone".