….I was eating one of those Flav-O-Ice Pops in my dream.
It was a red one.
You know the kind – - they are basically frozen Kool Aid in a long, horizontal plastic wrapper?
I was trying to bite off the top so that I could start eating it. The plastic would only tear off little tiny bits at a time, as I was biting away at it. I was getting increasingly frustrated that I couldn’t get to the yummy, sweet pop inside. I kept tearing away at the plastic….almost getting to the inside, but never quite close enough.
I finally got fed up and decided to take a scissors to the top of the pop. I snipped the top of the plastic off.
Bad thing was…I didn’t take the pop away from my lips when I snipped the top of the plastic off – - so I also snipped off my entire bottom lip.
Then I woke up.
Man, I’m addicted to those things. If I buy a box I’ll start with one.. then next thing you know I’ve had like 20. Gary and I dig through and pick out our favorite colors.. and just slurp away. One night I came home from work and he had about 30 empty wrappers sitting on the coffee table and his lips were blue. It was great.
Very strange, I’ve had a dream nearly identical to that. I’ve never understood it. The symbology of cutting of your lips must MEAN something, but I don’t know what! I wish my subconcious was a little clearer sometimes!
Not bad, goldie. Not bad at all. Actually, that could definately be applicable to a couple of situations I have going on at the moment.
Hmmm..
Well, we all know what Sigmund would say about this.
But sometimes a popsicle really is just a popsicle.
Wow, that was hot!
Balb . . . hmm, what would Sigmund say about this?
He’d say…pass me that popsicle, and try this cigar.