Crazy

I get these crazy ideas in my head sometimes, and I can't figure out how crazy they are.

I dreamed of dead children last night. A dead little girl folded up and put into a blue bag. I can still picture the flower print of the dress she wore. The same dress is hanging in my daughter's closet.

I dreamed about kittens. First it was Milo, baby kitten milo, my orange striped baby tiger cat. My first baby. Sancho's brother.
Then I dreamed about white kittens. Lots and lots of white kittens spilling out from their hiding place from under my sister's bed, but it wasn't really her room, or her house. Adorable, lovable, bountiful white kittens from nowhere.

dreams don't seem to make much sense

but then they do.

My thoughts don't seem to make much sense.

My feelings don't seem to make much sense.

What does make sense these days?

Change.

It's all dollars and cents sometimes.