Dreaming in the Park
Yesterday I had a wild daydream. I was on my regular walk around the lakes in Winona. While walking, the trees were dipping down and resting their branches on my shoulders. Each time they did this, they would whisper a message in my ear. Sometimes the words they said made sense, and other times they did not. The only message I remember was this one, “Move to a Tahiti Bungalow.” I lived in this odd dream world for nearly half of my walk when Carrie Sanderson said hello to me, and that is when the dream stopped. I have been thinking a lot about what happened. Were the trees trying to tell me something that I could not admit? Should I listen to the trees and move to a Tahiti Bungalow? Any advice is appreciated!