Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Life in the Cage

I had another dream about that boy again. Dream Boy. The one who wanted me to be the new Queen of the Tall Ones. He was still twenty feet tall and gorgeous, but his arms were crossed and he looked soooooo disappointed in me. I wanted to hide my head in shame, and I didn't even know what I'd done.

"I see the little people have made you a new cage," Dream Boy said.

"Do you mean my shed?" I asked. "What's wrong with it?"

"You should be living in a palace, eating off golden plates, wearing pearl-encrusted silks."

I laughed. "You don't know me very well."

"No, my queen, you don't know yourself."

I know he's only a dream, but really!!! What right does he have to say something like that???

3 comments:

  1. lol.

    Your dream made you mad. That's kind of cool! ^_^

    Maybe a part of you thinks that the shed is a cage because you had little choice about it, or that it would be nice to be spoiled and have rich things and be spoiled, but you also identify yourself as a simple girl who is grateful for the new things she's experiencing.

    It's cool that these parts of you can communicate so well! Your're right! Your Dream Boy side has no right to dissaprove of your country girl side! You know yourself fine!

    I really like the way you laugh at yourself through everything while still standing up for yourself and things that are important to you. With the blog title, with your blog name, and even in your dreams you shown your good humor! That's an awesome characteristic. =) I'm too serious about myself. I need to laugh more, not just when I make fun of myself, but when life is funny too!

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  2. Everyone should laugh more at life!!!

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  3. I wish everyone could be so satisfied with simple things!

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