Closed Door Policy

Well, since it is noontime bright at 5something AM, we have started sleeping with the blinds all the way closed and the door closed. This does not allow for any light to come in the room. Apparently this has caused my dream memory to be not-so-sharp. Instead of spending an hour or two in that between sleep and wake, I sleep soundly until Stephen announces the time and I am forced to get into the shower. The upside is that I am getting more real sleep! The downside is that I haven't had a dream to post for the last two days. I wake up with only snapshots of what I dreamed.
Stay tuned...we'll see if this is going to be long term...

Quite a bit of trouble sleeping last night. I just couldn't seem to fall asleep. Apparently I eventually did, though. I know I did because I dreamed that I went to pick up Beth at her house to go to school and her parents had built a whole house underground. It was like a storm shelter.

We went to a dinner, maybe the farewell for the General and his Mrs. Everyone was in civilian clothes. SGT E (who went to dinner with us when we went with the Women's History Month speaker) had her hair down and it looked so pretty. Then, somehow we were at a grocery store, and it was about the size of our living room. Maybe it was more of a produce market. Anway, we ran into Elizabeth Shue. They were calling her Sgt Major Shue. And then a couple of people were joking with her and calling her Sgt Major giggly. Something about the way she was laughing at the last change of command.

Somehow I went down the hall to find something and opened the wrong door. To find Rebecca babysitting a room full of kids. She had them all sitting at tables and there was a huge chart with their names, check marks for behavior and how much was owed for their keep. On the dry erase board (which was just like there would normally be a chalkboard in a classroom) it said, "Rebecca M. is affordable."

NO idea what that means.

Night before last, we were traveling around somewhere and I went out alone, got lost and accepted a ride from an elderly couple who use to live in the states. They got me even more lost and I was wandering around asking people if they knew where the Holiday France was. Then I got back to the hotel, Stephen and I went to the roof of the building and were looking out on the city when the whole building started to shake. An elephant was running down the street with the head thing with the tassles on it, like he escaped from the circus or something.

A bus, football and the media

Stephen and I and a bunch of other people were on a bus. It was a tour bus type (like the one we'll take to Venice in June) and Chris, the victim advocate for Garrison was the driver. (I had lunch with him yesterday, maybe that's why he was in there) We were doing some football playing event where we had to have these shirts. They were grey tshirts and had our position and the logo of a team and the number of the person who played that position on that team on the front and then our names on the back. Mine had the Green Bay G on the front with QB and the #4. So clearly I was the quarterback ala Favre of the Packers.
Then, we were at some assembly and the media people there were setting up and knocked over a large wooden wall divider thing nearly missing several people. (this happened yesterday at the "Safety Showdown" with the AFN guy knocking over his tripod and almost hitting a girl).
Then we were getting back on the buses, and I stepped on the wrong one and realized they were taking showers on their bus. I got back on ours and announced that it didn't matter to me if we were a little dirty, they made their bus all hot and sticky with all that showering! (It was pretty warm and sticky everywhere yesterday).
So, see? Sometimes there IS some rhyme and reason to help explain the craziness that are my daily dreams. :)

VOY

The pictures on the other blog of me with General Via and his wife, and LTC Fletcher are from the Volunteer of the Year Ceremony. All volunteers in the community are recognized. People call it the VOY. Not like Vee, Oh, Why. But voy, like it is a word.
So last night I'm dreaming that I keep telling Stephen, we're going to the voy! But I mean something else and he can't figure it out. I don't know what his problem is, but I refuse to tell him what I'm talking about.
Then, Kabbage and I are riding to the high school from Lee on a bicycle. I'm riding it, she's on the handlebars! We get there for whatever we are doing there, and I whip out my chapstick (that I got from MWR last week, it has a world globe lid) and she borrows it. But when she tries to use it, I guess it had melted so it squishes all over everywhere and we have to find tissues to clean it up. Then, it's Christmas.

Notebook by the bed

I need to put the notebook back beside the bed and write immediately upon waking. I had several dreams last night and the night before that I just cannot remember now, but I remembered them when I first woke up. In one I lived in a duplex-like house with Beth W and some of her other family members. The ones who didn't live there were there visiting because there was some big wedding or graduation going on.

Falling down on the job.

Well, in last night's weird dream...Stephen was about 70 yrs old, and he was mad at me because he came home from the field (still in the Army at 70???) and he was angry with me because I had "made some mistakes, HEA-THER!" I was all, "what's wrong??" He said I had let him run out of dr pepper and now he's back from a week in the field and what does he find? NO DP!!

???

No Appropriate Title

I don't even know where to start. CPT B (female soldier) and I were trying to push a giant truck (like the one Dreamz got from Yau Man on Survivor) out of the mud. It ran us over, but we were between the wheels so we weren't hurt. We were, however, very angry that all the soldiers were just standing around not asking if we were okay.

Then, I'm working somewhere just off the beach (Carribean looking water, not Galveston brown) and someone takes me for a drive in a giant silver SUV. We do a spin and end up in the ocean, we are sinking and all I can see is the blue water. Then somehow we drive out and we're going to be okay. My boss had been looking on my computer while I was gone, and when I got back said she was looking for the Financial Reports. I didn't do any. She was not mad, but said I would not be getting paid for the hours I should have been doing that.

There was some other stuff, but I can't remember what it was.

Crazy Car

I'm pulling into the parking garage (at CWA, but it isn't CWA, I don't know where it is) My car stalls, so I just get out and push it into the space. I don't know how it was running to begin with because now I look at it and it is like a go-cart, the metal frame type, but no motor whatsoever.

Then, I'm naked. KC and family come to pick me up and take me to Tam's house, I go to sleep. When I wake up there are clothes by the bed. I put them on and go into the living room where I see pictures of the KC family all dressed up in fancy clothes, girls with hair all curled and up and boys with ties and dress shoes, etc. I say, "what's this?" They were pictures from the wedding that had just taken place (while I was asleep) in their backyard. (I don't know who was getting married) I asked why they came to pick me up when they had this important event to attend. KC told me "because you were in trouble, car broken and naked. We wouldn't just leave you there!" The kids were looking at me like they had a million questions, and were concerned. Kind of like how they were looking at me at the St D Hosp! Seems like I was kind of messed up in the head too when they came to get me.

We went to the garage and my Uncle Jack (never dreamed about him before!) had built me a car, or rather equipped the one I had with a motor. It was all white. The car, the motor, the tires, all of it. It was driveable, but when you stopped you had to take the flywheel off or it would get chewed up. ???

There was also a brief time in the middle of all this somewhere where I was working for Ron. It was nice to see him again. I wish I could remember that part of the dream, because I know there was something significant.

Bits and Pieces

There was snow, many feet of it. We wanted to watch the football game on a huge outdoor screen. So someone turned the TV up really loud so the vibrations of the sound would shake the snow free.

I walked down the street to a friend's house (someone I don't know in my real life) and colored my hair with her and another neighbor. I think this might have been in Grant Circle (where all the officers/senior enlisted live)

There was much dinner party planning going on. "Ok, this night we'll have these people over, and this night these people, etc"

I was collecting (by donation and super sale purchases) wedding dresses to have on hand for rental at the wedding bed and breakfast.

I got upset because I put a veil in the dryer and when I was closing the door, it scraped some branches and broke them off into the dryer. The veil came out with sticks all tangled in it.

The alarm went off. That was in real life.

real life in a dream

I dreamed that my friend Adrienne from 2nd Sig hit her head on a window shade (just like I did the other day) except that she got a gash and had to have 8 stiches and it was all black and blue!

There was another one last night, but it's been too long now for me to remember. It's time to go to sleep now, and dream another dream!

Stephen dreamed I was in Greas das Musical! I was SANDY!!! :) There was a conflict, he was suppose to be teaching a class and wasn't going to be able to make it to the show!

Stephen had a loose tooth. Any by loose, I mean he kept being gross and wiggling it with his tongue! I told him to go to the dentist and he said he couldn't get in for an appt on post. (this is truly a problem right now, mostly for civilians and family members because of so many deploying and redeploying soldiers, they have priority).

Separate dream: I went out to eat with sh, tam and chr, their dhs and SB. Then we were suppose to go to a show afterwards, but everyone kept backing out. So I went by myself, and it was horrible. It was like the AMC (!!), but outside, and also resembled the drive in theater from Grease (and from the Outsiders). there was the music show going on, and then people were "dancing" but it was more like they were being vulgar and gross!

I wanted to leave, but we (I had now joined with Bets) were looking for Rayne (old neighbor of P&Ds in SB). We found someone who said their name was Heather also, but they were somehow affiliated with Rayne, so we rode the bus to the bathrooms and then I woke up.

FA-REAKY!!

BUT...It's WALMART!

Stephen and I went to Wal-mart to purchase our lawn furniture, barbeque pit, outdoor party stuff. We got our items to the counter and told them we wanted to purchase them with credit. Yes, we were applying for credit. After the person ran some numbers through the computer a couple of times and then went to "confer with a colleague", she came back to advise us that the lowest amount of credit to be extended was $300, but we didn't qualify. WHAT? But it's WAL-MART!!! She still said no. So we helped the employees who were getting ready to go to prom get dressed and on their way. There was a punky little skater girl that was wearing a pink tux. I helped her with her cumberbun (sp?)

That was it.

Vague

There was a pool. People were swimming, I was not. I didn't bring my suit, felt too fat to wear a suit and I didn't know the people. After the swimming, somehow my hair was wet even though I didn't swim (?) I put a hat on and went to work (at some place I have never worked before) I went to the office on the next floor down because no one had a hair dryer or brush in our office. My hair was dry now, but all mashed down from the hat. I tried to revive it a bit with the dryer, but my friend(don't know this person)'s boss made me leave, something about it being unsanitary to "do hair" at the office.

Now I'm somewhere with a 3 or 4 yr old KK and a 9 or 10 yr old KJ. I asked KK, "who is my girl?" She said, "Kimmerly". I said "who else?" She said "kiki". I said "who else?" and she said, "stop asking me stupid baby questions!" Then she got mad because I made her give me my wedding ring back. I looked at it, and she had "let" a diamond fall out.

Making up for yesterday's post...

I'm in the bed, in a hotel by the beach. KC's #4 comes in sleepy and having had an accident. I get him changed and walk him back to his room. Instead of the KC family room, I walk into the CGB family's room. Those 3 are all in bed in a row, #1's feet sticking out because he is too long for the bed. We continue to the next room and I get KC's #4 back in bed accidentally rousing #2 from sleep. She says, "the room smells like a fragrant bouquet." As I turn to leave, I look through the open curtains to see Frank, from my Fantasy Football League in what looks like a heated discussion with some mob type characters. Frank also looks like a mob type character (in real life).

I go back to my room and return to bed. I wonder briefly where my dh has gone but know he'll be back, so I just snuggle into the covers, listening to the wind and waves through the open patio door. It's a little too windy, so I close the door. Return to bed.

The next morning, everyone has gathered on the beach at concrete tables/benches. I see on one of the tables a book that looks just like one I had gotten and couldn't find. I snatch it and go to KC and CGB asking how it got there, who had it, etc. They are confused as to why I am so upset. I tell them how I had gotten this book for VJ and it was a present for her graduation, but then I couldn't find it. But the one I got was blank, it was for her to add pictures and stories and keepsakes. This one was full of pictures and well wishes. Turns out, ST (the wife of the commander who just left who has been instrumental in getting the FRSAs up to speed here in real life) gave that book to VJ and it isn't the one I had gotten for her. I take it back and apologize for my behavior explaining what I thought happened. We talk a second, it is awkward. On the table beside the book was a book like you look through when you open a new checking account to choose check designs, from Deluxe or Harland check printers. (??)

Then here comes DWL wearing some weird get up of jeans with long shorts over them. He says it is the newest thing, and sure enough, people all start walking by wearing jeans with shorts over them. He says, SEE??

8 MAY 2007

Sorry to disappoint. No recollection. I know there was a dream. I remembered it the first time I woke up. But after 5 snoozes...it was gone.

I said...

LUKE AND LAURA! I cannot believe that didn't get even one comment. I remember those summer days of watching General Hospital while Kabbage laid in the sun in the backyard and Wade and I tried to "block her sun" making hand shadows over a leg or whatever! and singing Gen-er-al Hos-PITAAAAL!!! (and if I was in the valley, watching in the back room until I got peer pressured into switching to Guiding Light!)
anyway, plenty of dreaming over the weekend, but I can't recall now, and didn't post over the weekend because...well...Saturday I was being lazy, and Sunay Stephen was on the computer most of the day doing a paper.
I'll get back to it tonight...stay tuned tomorrow for Monday 7 May 2007 dream!

3 MAY 2007

So so random...
ok, I work in an office with Michael Scott (the Office) and he is trying to implement a new system with time cards and punching a time clock. He can't figure out how to set the clock to punch in-out for lunch-back from lunch-out on one line. So we are working on the time clock and discussing people's hours. I guess I'm like the Pam. Then, this lady is all getting in our conversation saying that people should bring a lunch, it would be more cost effective for the company if they did so, and ate at their desks while working. She is like Angela but looks like that new girl Karen. THEN, I'm telling Michael that they have to be given a lunch and two 15 minute breaks so now I'm being HR like Toby, but I notice I am only wearing a men's button up shirt and underpants! (I have NO idea what that's about). People are trying to look in the window, so I open the door to tell them to go away, that we are having a meeting. And outside the door there is an exercise class going on, and Jim is pretending to be helping out with it (he was the one we saw looking in the window) in his work attire.

At some point I am out to eat at a restaurant at night with my mom and Stephen and I'm trying to tell them to hurry up and eat because my bike is in the back of the truck and someone might steal it!

And every time I woke up I was singing "Shot through the Heart" or "Wanted: Dead or Alive"

Also, I have a vague memory of ladeling gallons of soup into bowls and topping them with shredded cheese for the guests at the Signal Ball!

Here is what I think about the dreams:
The Office-because we forgot to watch the Office last night, we were watching American Idol OR because we watched 4 episodes we got on dvd from Shauna night before last!
The bike-because Stephen just put my new bike seat on my bike!
The songs-from American Idol.
The soup-I am off to Heidelberg to decorate for the ball!

2 MAY 2007

hhhmmm, something about the family reunion. I think someone didn't want to go because they had a party to go to. We were upset because we really wanted everyone to be there. VERY limited memory of last night's dream.

"We are such stuff As dreams are made on and our little life Is rounded with a sleep..."
--From The Tempest (IV, i, 156-157)

1 MAY

I remembered more of this when I first woke up, but here is what is left...

Does anyone remember in the early 80s when Luke and Laura on General Hospital got locked in the mall or dept store overnight? Well, I always thought it would be so cool. ANYWAY, in my dream, there was a dance contest (ala Dancing with the Stars) and Stephen and I went to watch it. It was at night, in a mall and people were dancing all around the mannequins and displays. All the people were sitting on the floor watching. And I'm pretty sure we had all snuck into the mall to hold this big event!!

aside: Luke and Laura (I just looked at this, JUST like in the dream)

http://www.angelfire.com/or3/sweetpea/Wyndhams1.mpg

http://www.angelfire.com/or3/superscoop2001/Wyndhams2.mpg

http://www.angelfire.com/or3/muffmarie/Wyndhams3.mpg

30 APR 2007

This is going to be long...

Starting somewhere in the middle as usual: We are at a hotel conference room/ballroom/pavilion type thing. Me and so many friends. All my best ones, and then some random people, too. Pat S, from ASB...she use to do Jenny Craig and I thought of her the other day when Valerie Bertenelli (I can say her last name bc she is famous anyway!) decided to go Kirstie Alley and do JCraig also. Anyway, Amy Liisa came and she had to fly in from California. (?) She said Kathy MADE ME! There were also a group of guys there, turns out this was like a bachelorette/bachelor party for Stephen and me. But we were already married, I think. So, all the girls are having to go to the bathroom, but no one wants to go to the ones there, they are gross like German bathrooms. And some didn't have doors on them.

Cut to a HUGE hotel room where everyone was crashed out on couches, beds, the floor. Just like a great big slumber party. Fade out and then back in again, and it's just me and Bill L. He said he had to take me somewhere so I could take a shower. I asked why I couldn't just take a shower there and he explained that he couldn't leave me alone because he was suppose to be watching me, but he had to go to the store and get something for his headache. Now, instead of saying my usual, "you want some Advil?" I said, " something like extra strength Tylenol?" He said no, the extra absorbant kind of tampons. WHAT?? He went into this huge discussion about it with me. He had gathered up some clean clothes for me and we got in the car to go. On the way, I asked, "so...how does this marriage thing work? I mean, sometimes I love Stephen so much I could just explode...OK, that sounded like we are 13. Is it suppose to be that way?" He said that if we are lucky and work hard, yes. It should be; it is for him and Lin.
OK. So we get to the "store". It is like a fast food restaurant, a convenience store and a sitdown restaurant all in one. As we walk through the parking lot, there are taco bell wrappers, cups, various trash everywhere. Like in piles! Then we walk in the door and there on the little carpet square in front of the door there are some chili dogs. ??? Don't step on the chili dogs!
We get inside and I go to find this shower (in telling him about it this morning, Stephen says, SO...it was a truck stop, then? I don't know). As I get toward the back there are some disgruntled employees and they are discussing how since the sitdown part was added, the whole place has gone downhill. People don't care, don't take pride in their work, etc. I start talking to them, telling them that it starts with them. They have to do what they can, no matter what anyone else does, or try to find something else. (Just don't call CPAC/CPOL/CPOC!!)

And then...I woke up.