Dreams.
Disturbing.
Like about Linda Yezak wielding a knife. A chopper kind of knife. Something about cutting the fat.
But I’m not sure that was directed toward words. Somehow my stomach was involved. And slicing chunks off it. And my thinking it would hurt. And being assured it wouldn’t.
And then everything shifted to my husband. With the knife. And him nearly pushing me out of bed. And so I got mad and went downstairs to sleep on the leather couch in the living room. And the knife was there. And so was a neat slice across the length of the cushions.
How does that fit into this dream?
Puffy cushions. Fatty cushions?
My paring knife is missing again. It’s not the first time, though. We found it in the field some time back. Probably discarded with potato peelings. But this time it’s gone forever. Part of a Cutco set we bought from a neighbor boy years ago. I’m disturbed about that.
An acorn squash and a knife pared paired up to send me to the ER for stitches once. So did a potato. I’ve lost count of how many stitches I’ve had. 
My husband used to work for his uncle who owned a funeral home–and ran an ambulance service out of it. Dennis remembers a man they picked up who had been cut by a butcher knife. His wife just happened to have one in her purse. And she just happened to hit her husband on the arm with her purse. And the knife just happened to cut through the purse and cut him.
Three times.
Maybe he had fatty arms. Or maybe he was just too honest.
Last night, in a dream, my daughter was on the treadmill. Outside. I don’t know how the treadmill got outside. But she was on it. Holding the reins of two small Percherons who pulled her uphill.
No knives involved.
But a more fun way to cut the fat than taking a knife to the belly.
Does this make any sense?
I didn’t think so.
But dreams are like that.
So is life sometimes.
Disturbing.
So glad there is One who is the Source of all sense.
Linked to Duane Scott’s Pleasantly Disturbed Thursdays blog carnival.
Smiling.. giggling… enjoying the wild visions you’ve created in my brain.. and going to check if all my knives are in place!
Gotta keep a sharp eye on those things. 😉
What’s that you say? You had a dream. Oh, okay.
Blessings.
😀
Wow. I’ve had the cutting dream. I hate it. I hope you have a better rest tonight.
Yep, pretty interesting. Then there was the one about driving through an area of small homes and then I was walking and then it turned into this bazaar/arts/crafts place with new lingerie hanging from windows. I attribute that to katdish.
I’m gonna have to let you host these PDTs. You’re so talented. I just enjoyed every minute of reading this post and thought it was a hoot!
Oh,no. You are the disturbed one. I’m just along for the ride.
Interesting to end on a positive note after all that disturbance! 🙂
My wife sold Cutco in college for a while and we still have some of the knives. I think they’re the best.
Keep up the disturbing work!
They were oh so pricey, but I expect they’re the last set I’ll ever buy. Except for a new paring knife.
Who me? Disturbing?
I always like to stop by your place! 🙂
Oh, btw, did I tell you that my husband mowed part of the garden? It was time.
Have a good weekend!
Karen
I like to have you stop by my place. I’m still digging out veggies. We’ll have the neighbor come in October to do whatever he does with his tractor. Hoping I can clean it up enough by then so I’m not embarrassed at the mess. 😉
How funny! These were definitely random and disturbed thoughts, but I wonder about the “pleasantly” part when were talking about knives!
Knife. Linda Yezak. If I’ve ever made some cutting remark that didn’t set well with you, I humbly apologize.
Cutting remark? No way! BUT if I ever need an editor at PYP, I might request someone other than you. 😀
Okay, now that is scary! Actually, it sounds eerily similar to some of my dreams… :p
Now that’s scary!
I am definitely smiling.