A strange dream last night –
We’re sitting beneath
a glass ceiling.
Outside and overhead
birds gather.
Looking up, I see
bird poop falling like snowflakes from on high.
I say, “Oh look, bird poo.”
In the dream this was a play on,
“Oh look, Bordeaux.”
Interpretations, anyone?
Let those symbols speak!
JDG
aholdingplace 
Perhapse the glass ceiling serves to shield you from sudden showers of random shit? Being above the glass ceiling is for the birds?
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I believe you’ve just translated this strange dream into alliterative poetry and thus turned it into wine!
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Remember Jung’s dream about ‘poop’ on the church steeple … .
I read your words every day.
Carole
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Thanks for reminding me of Jung’s vision and thanks so much for reading my words. It means alot to me.
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