This morning, I awoke early – for me, this is 6:00am – and could not go back to sleep.

Before I awoke, I was dreaming that I was in a large library (we are going to the library this morning, with our friends Susan and Timothy) and that I saw a man who was struggling to look through volumes of old, dusty, periodicals, while carrying a child on his hip. I volunteered to help him with his research, and discovered that he was the secret, bastard son of President Reagan.

He was searching for a way to prove his identity. (Why do smart ideas like blood tests not come to mind in dreams?) He wanted to give his daughter, who wore a pink-striped frock, a name that she could be proud of, rather than be associated with a scandal.

We searched and searched through articles and discovered that the library also contained hunting trophies once belonging to his father, which were stored in the library’s basement. The walls were catacomb-like, and were cold, dark.

As I sifted through decomposing animals, for they had been preserved quite amateurishly, the man was also looking in the basement and discovered a wine collection that was hundreds of years old. (I was just watching a wine-tasting instructional video last night.) It looked as though some had been opened, and I wanted to taste them.

Realizing that I my hands had been touching dead animals, I went into the bathroom. The bathroom walls were stuccoed and painted a robin’s egg blue. There was a large, round, wading pool sized bath in the middle of the room, with sides that came up about 2 ft. high. In the corner was a sink that was pedestal sink, that looked skillfully hand made. It was glazed a deep red on the outside, and the bowl was a dark blue, and was speckled with a rainbow of colors from the oxidation process in the kiln. I hollered out of the bathroom that it was the most incredible sink I’d ever seen, and that the blue glaze reminded me of a “Glick Blue” glaze I’d tried years ago on some of my own pottery.

I returned to the research room, and tasted the wine. It was in a large, artistically blown glass jug. The label was old and faded, and I could only make out the words “wine” and “Italy”. (Yes, I can read in my dreams).

Upon drinking the wine, I realized how hungry I was, and then I started to eat the dead animals! I realized that they were not the food I was deceived to think was delicious, in my hunger, but rather disgusting, rotting flesh. I woke up, coughing, with a start!

I went downstairs, poured some coffee, and grabbed some biscotti (I made it before bed last night), and sat down to do some research. I’m working on an article about wedding rings, and also a website idea for young women. It should also be noted that I registered “sarahjoyalbrecht.com” yesterday, and want to start freelance writing again. Obviously, the page is under construction. I’m still trying to define what kind of content I’d like, and how I would like it presented.