A mom of two, K writes eloquently about family life, single parenthood, her writing endeavors, oh, and also, it seems she wears fantastic shoes.
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How often do you remember your dreams?
I remember my dreams a lot --- but not all the time. Sometimes I remember them every day for weeks, but then I remember nothing for a month.About what percentage of your dreams are nightmares?
I have very few nightmares unless you count the almost-asleep "stepping off the curb" jolt. I hate that.What’s the strangest dream you've had?
As a child I had a dream that I was at Wednesday Adams' (from the Adams Family) birthday party with an uncle of mine. She got a big doll house as a gift, and invited me to sleep over, which I didn't want to do, but my uncle made me stay. Then I had to go across the street (you know, in a dream-esque way) and go on an elevator up to Wednesday's room. The Adam's family was all in the elevator just like they are at the beginning of the tv show. The elevator went up and down and up and down and up and down and I was hitting the floor and hitting the ceiling and hitting the floor and hitting the ceiling and the Adams family just stayed in one place. I had that dream over and over again as a child.Do you have recurring dreams as an adult?
I have a recurring dream that there is a trans-Atlantic bridge and I can drive across to visit a friend of mine in Cardiff South Wales (who is real). When I get there we travel together through Europe. You know, Europe that does not resemble reality. That's a dream I like having - I'm always disappointed it isn't true!Ever dreamed something that came true in real life?
I sure did! When I was a junior in college I woke up on the morning of my cousin's Bar Mitzvah, walked into the hallway near my bedroom in my parents house and said to my dad that I had the strangest dream that my history professor was at the Bar Mitzvah. I was a little bothered to be dreaming about my middle-aged professor, but let it go. I went to the Bar Mitzvah -- and when it was over we were all walking out -- and -- you bet -- I saw my history professor. My dad was with me and I said, That's Dr. X. There was no way in the world I could have known that my history professor was the father of my cousin's cousin's father-in-law. I was the talk of the Bar Mitzvah party to say the least -- and History class was never quite the same!!!Do you believe dreams have any meaning?
I think that like life, dreams sometimes hold meaning and sometimes they don't. I don't give it a lot of thought - but it fascinates me.What’s the most recent dream you remember?
I don't remember! Ha!
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A big thanks to K for the interview. If you enjoyed it, I recommend a recent post of hers, where she shared a lovely yet bittersweet dream.
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