My boots that are on the banner of this blog have been with me for a very long time, since 1989. Back in the day, I was a nanny at a Dude Ranch to these two adorable boys who are now old enough to have their own families. The term for the boots were "ropers" - I have no idea if they are called that still because I just don't go shopping for boots; mine have lasted quite well.
Hot Rocks tried to get me to buy a new pair of boots but I felt like I was cheating on the ones I already had and I just couldn't do it. We work well together...we are a perfect fit. They have kept themselves in great shape until I went to bed and started to dream about them.
I have NEVER dreamt about my boots - at least not that I can recall, but this time it was a full-blown nightmare. I was going somewhere in my dream...I can't remember where but I was in a hurry. I went to pull my boots on and my foot went through the bottom of it! The sole had completely worn off. I was aghast! I went driving through town to see who could resole my boot but no one could. It was wild - I awoke really saddened about my boots - crazy I know - but what makes it worse is that Hot Rocks dreamt about my boots too!! THE VERY SAME NITE!!!
Let me make this clear, I do not have regular conversations about boots with my husband. I rarely talk about shoes - I am quite content with what I have.
His dream was that I went to put on my boots but my foot went through the bottom so I STOLE a pair of boots because I was LATE for BANJO class!
Remember I am NOT musically inclined.
From his dream you can obviously tell where he thinks my morals stand - HA!
To think that we had both dreamed about my boots just cracks me up - we didn't even talk about them during the day.
Where is Joseph when you need him? Think Old Testament - God gave him the ability to interpret dreams. I have no idea what these dreams meant.
I got out of bed and just thought, "This will be a weird day! Thank God my boots are OK."
