I have told many people about the fact that I often seem to be having other peoples' dreams. Those dreams are filled with people, places, objects and events I know nothing about, have never been there, done that or spoken that language.

But, this morning (6:30AM in my time zone), I had a dream truly my own. It was a short dream because when I consciously realized what was happening I rapidly woke up exclaiming, "You got to be kidding!".

I had a dream where I was in a huge hall that was mainly open to the countryside. Many, many people milling around in a babble of talking to and over each other. This was on the fringe of my dream. The main dream was sitting at a large table with mainly a lot of women and Lynn. Lynn was chopping up tomatoes with a 12/8 Kamisori that he would strop, between a tomato or two, on the hide of a steer standing behind him. The women were hanging on to his every word as he spoke, rhapsodically, around his cigar, about the need and relevance of oregano as a fragrance for shaving soap and as an ingredient in pizza sauce. What woke me up wasn't the images but my mental reaction to him chopping tomatoes. All I could think was doesn't he know what the acidic tomatoes will do to the Kamisori?

Sigmund Freud, where are you when I need you??

And I have to tell you, I have never met or corresponded with Lynn as yet.