Just like you, I’ve been dreaming all of my life. And they’ve been awesome. But turning them up a notch by swallowing down a little mugwort is definitely making a difference. It’s like when you try to save a dollar and order the standard definition of a newly released movie on demand, but then you immediately regret the decision and spend another six dollars for the high definition version. Skip the SD and go straight for the HD.
Last night I tried the dynamic dream duo of honey and mugwort. It was just as gross as it sounds. It was like eating cotton balls and swallowing them down with a spoonful, of, well, honey. Thick, sweet, gooey honey. With a side of cotton ball. I experienced my dreams in a new way, though, so the choking and gagging were totally worth it.
It was snowy in Dream Town last night so the kids were off from school. We spent the day swimming with our friends B & S and their crew in our indoor swimming pool.
In my mugwort infused dream I could smell the chlorine from the pool. I could hear the squeaking of the wooden swing hanging above the pool – a cross between something you would see on Tom Sawyer’s Island and a swinging trapeze in a circus tent. I could feel pain in my chest from the laughter. The kind of pain you feel when you have been laughing for hours and you don’t want it to stop but you’re afraid you might die because it hurts so good. My senses were on overload and it was awesome, thanks mugwort! You really know how to make a girl feel the feels.
Tonight, mugwort, with a shot of vodka. That’s gotta be easier to take than mugwort with a shot of honey.