tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584840770244929.post6577277889068366588..comments2024-03-22T11:32:57.801-07:00Comments on The Alien Next Door: Dreams or NightmaresNina Munteanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00311070435293186699noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584840770244929.post-8404849922093637402008-05-19T18:28:00.000-07:002008-05-19T18:28:00.000-07:00super post, Nina. Balance is one of my own abiding...super post, Nina. Balance is one of my own abiding concerns, and the prism through which I regard the cycle of the Church year as well as the seasons of nature.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584840770244929.post-215827217729134002008-05-18T20:25:00.000-07:002008-05-18T20:25:00.000-07:00I usually don't either... just the nightmares! LOL...I usually don't either... just the nightmares! LOL! Now, what would the Jungian psychologists say about that?Nina Munteanuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00311070435293186699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584840770244929.post-19050307548900830162008-05-16T11:58:00.000-07:002008-05-16T11:58:00.000-07:00I never remember dreams!I never remember dreams!Jean-Luc Picardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01689798190618944262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584840770244929.post-60642108727955681142008-05-15T23:18:00.000-07:002008-05-15T23:18:00.000-07:00Thanks, Danny! I will. And I intend to follow it t...Thanks, Danny! I will. And I intend to follow it too! Any chance we might get to see you in a beret?... :)<BR/><BR/>And, yes, first loves are always memorable. In some ways, Paris was like a first love. I will go back.Nina Munteanuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00311070435293186699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584840770244929.post-69612230540194261362008-05-15T18:43:00.000-07:002008-05-15T18:43:00.000-07:00I heartedly concur with you, SF Girl. I lived in P...I heartedly concur with you, SF Girl. I lived in Paris for a year in 1971-72, after college, and loved loved loved it. I first went to France when I was 16 years old to live with a French family in Rouen city north of Paris, where Joan of Arc was burned at the stake, two months of a Rotary travel problem for young people, I could not speak much French at 16, just two years of high school French under my belt, er, beret, at that point, and the French family, the Lebrun family, they could not speak one word of English. This was in 1965.<BR/><BR/>So I have loved French culture and French people and French food -- not restaurant French food but home cooked French food in homes -- and my first girlfriend was a French girl of 16 named Gisele Bridoux, from Rouen, and a 16 year old boy never forgets his first love, even if he is almost 61 now!<BR/><BR/>Loved your post.<BR/><BR/>Keep dreaming!<BR/><BR/>-- DannyDANIELBLOOMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05130493903696077379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584840770244929.post-6782535877041838332008-05-14T19:20:00.000-07:002008-05-14T19:20:00.000-07:00Had any good dreams lately, Jean-luc?...Had any good dreams lately, Jean-luc?...Nina Munteanuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00311070435293186699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584840770244929.post-62752702080253686422008-05-14T11:59:00.000-07:002008-05-14T11:59:00.000-07:00A spellbinding post, Nina. Paris is hard to forget...A spellbinding post, Nina. Paris is hard to forget, as are some dreams.Jean-Luc Picardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01689798190618944262noreply@blogger.com