Just for fun

I started this little painting of a cup of coffee
as a tribute to one of my favorite beverages,
and because I am working so hard that
I'm dreaming of coffee in my sleep. Also I needed
a light relief from the horrendous news of the day.

Coffee with milk in a cup
and saucer.
8 x 8 inches
acrylic on canvas
(Steven says they only serve
coffee this way in England,
but actually Starbucks uses cups
and saucers too. I don't take
sugar, but I put some on the side).

I did hear some interesting facts on CBC, our public radio.
Apparently our dreams mean nothing. They are just the brain
having a break ( in my case a coffee break).While we're
dreaming we're using short term memory, which is why
we don't remember our dreams unless we wake up during,
or just after the dream. What I don't understand is why we
want to remember what happened in our dreams so badly
if they don't matter?

Haven't you had significant dreams? Both times I was
pregnant I dreamt that I was having a boy, and knew
I was right. Bingo! Plus when I was pregnant with
my youngest and worried about the baby, my then dead
father came to me in a dream and told me the baby would be
fine. The baby was, and is.

If you drink coffee, you'll have trouble sleeping, and will
miss your dreams -- the connection to tonight's
little painting.