Dreamweaver, can you weave me a dream, one that’s rich in experience the tapestry of this life meant for me… Dreamweaver I do not understand, what has happened to my dream I cannot hold it in my hand… silly child dreams are not seen for it lives within you and only you may set it free…” ~by me   I ended the workweek with a Thai massage to get the kinks-n-coils out, followed by Pho (pronounced fu for which my mind instantly goes to “what the fu” and yes my mind has moments of immaturity for which I embrace and move on) and then a cocktail “The Whipped Russian” (don’t even ask where my mind is wandering with that one, lol) with a dear…