tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965076219235086304.post9063027400059985908..comments2024-02-24T00:41:37.836-08:00Comments on The Buddha Diaries: A Pleasant Evening; and a Strange NightPeter Clothierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11525159413387378704noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965076219235086304.post-90357512963118070982008-05-19T06:23:00.000-07:002008-05-19T06:23:00.000-07:00That dream was weird. I don’t possess the Joseph-g...That dream was weird. I don’t possess the Joseph-gift of interpreting dreams, but I wonder if your preconscious mind might not have picked up something from the women about the “indulging (myself and Brian)” and the “cigar (myself and Brian).”<BR/><BR/>I’m sorry George missed his bedtime treat. Had it been Alex, I would have experienced cat claws somewhere in my body. They are right about animals and earthquakes. I have been through two very small ones when I lived in an Ohio River town in Indiana (the New Madrid fault). Prior to each, my dog, Muffin, acted as if she wanted me to pick her up and hold her, which is something she seldom requested.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16939152657551690867noreply@blogger.com