Dream Time Tea Time
In what I swear will be my last tea related post for a long time, I want to tell you about a dream I had on Friday night. Basically I dreamt I was drinking tea. I don’t know where I was but I know I was holding a travel mug full of it. I drank some and realized the tea didn’t taste right – it was way too strong. I took the lid off the travel mug and found… about eighteen tea bags.
That’s about it. I remember thinking or saying something like “why are there so many tea bags in there?” but nothing else happened.
Why would I dream that? A lack of important things going on in my life? After the chaos (I mean chaos) of last fall I’m glad something as insignificant as tea warrants dream time. Or maybe the tea represents something else that I’m not getting enough of but run the danger of overcompensating for. Hmm or maybe it’s just a stupid dream about tea that means nothing. Yeah I’m pretty sure it’s the last one.
