I sometimes wonder why I still hold onto this site. Almost 20 years ago I started it on a whim. I updated it often when there wasn’t much else in my life. When I drew daily, when I had lots of time to myself.

Now, well its almost all family time. And when it’s not I read, or run, or sleep, or clean, or work…. or a million other things that are more pressing than updating this site. And while it could be somewhere to write about family, Sam and I long ago decided not to post lots of pictures of our girls online.

But some nights when I get pretty good sleep, I still have bizarre dreams that I want to write down. And this is the perfect place for that.

Last night I had a dream that I was the new King of France. But oddly it took place in or around the house I grew up in. And before I was anointed king, I climbed a weird statue or marker in the town square that had all the other kings’ names before me etched on it.

After climbing it I had to listen to the two chambers of Lords argue with each other. One was a more populous Lower Chamber with lesser Lords, and one was a sparse Upper Lord chamber with only a few dozen Lords. They argued about which laws to enforce, the role of religious figures and other such.

Eventually there was a type of coronation ceremony. There was the Pope/Religious head, a few more ‘regal Lords’ and some of the wealthier citizens.

Oddly the first I noticed, and pointed out, was that the Pope was a weird wicker puppet, with teeth carved out of wood and hay sticking out of his sleeves. Working the Pope Puppet was a weird giant slug like creature. I pointed out how he wasn’t human, how he shouldn’t be there and some guards dragged the puppet and slug like creature away. The whole time the slug creature was making the Pope Puppet say things like “Oh my son you are awfully mistaken,” and “Hundreds of Thousands of citizens praise and worship me!”

When the chamber was silent again I was called on to speak. I spoke of creating a community bank to fund small businesses and investments. Of using their wealth to give back. Of creating loans to improve lives of others. Of how using their money this way could actually increase their net worth over a longer timeline while improving all of the citizenry.

I was asked to leave while they pondered this. Which I did. I entered my parent’s house, the house I grew up in and sat around the kitchen talking to my parents, sisters and brother about how bizarre the whole scenario was and how I knew the wealthy would never go for my plans.

That’s where the dream ended. I woke up confused and totally groggy.

Not like exhausted, but that I woke up at the wrong time and was not motivated much for my run this morning. But I knew I had to get this dream down somewhere. It was the strangest dream I’ve had in a while. I’m sure influenced by the books I’ve been reading – I just finished the second book in the Wheel of Time series yesterday evening. But also, just bizarrely way off – Puppet Pope Slugs don’t appear anywhere in the story….

At least not yet. But 12 more books to go in the series so I may be wrong.