Janbalaya

A Southern Girl Trying to Make a Difference in Sin City

Last night’s dream was a doozy.  I went on a road trip to Chicago with some co-workers.  When we arrived, it was sleeting, yet we went to Wrigley Field to play baseball against a faceless team whom I think were the real Cubs because we beat them terribly.  Then we traveled via an open cattle car to an apartment on the south side to pack up a co-worker’s dead mother’s belongings.  I forced myself to wake up when Fiona Goode arrived.  If you can tell me what this means, well, you know more about dream interpretation than I will ever pretend to know.

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