What are you doing for lunch?

It's kind of fuzzy now, because I waited until I got to work to write it down. But we were workign at Weiners. Everyone trying to figure out who was doing what for lunch. I left to run an errand and said I'd just check around for where everyone was. On the way I stopped at the store on South Street, the one that is on that kind of corner where if you take a left but it is more of a veer left (coming from the Methodist Church direction) and if you keep going you end up on McDonalds/Highland Square street. Anyway, I go in to get a bottle of water and the guy informs me that this is no longer a convenience store, but a cafeteria/buffet. okay...so I leave and go to CGBs parent's house to ask if they know who went where for lunch. They don't. So I drive on. I end up seeing Jenn G-M and turn to follow her. We end up back at Weiners, and sit talking in the parking lot. She was saying something about how much weight she had gained since hs, and I was very confused bc she looked the exact same, and I'm not sure we weren't STILL in hs or just out of. She was saying how she weighed 51 lbs in hs, and wore less eye liner. No idea why that sticks in my mind.
freaky dreams!

Another night, another concert

This time it was Rod Stewart. And it was crazy because he was playing at the Top Hat or the Cove or some place on post, or some little place in Burstadt. I just know it was a tiny little venue, and he was out having drinks with the people in the club. I could not believe he had acutally just played the night before in some other little town, osterbergenheim or something German-ish like that. Oh, and he looked like he looked in the early 80s, not like now. Anyway, Bola walked through the door with not so little Th/Ab. He was so big. Like an 8 yr old. She asked if I wanted to stay for the show or take him home and watch him while she was at the show. I said I'd take him! So then we are driving in the car and she and I keep switching off driving, while the car is moving, just one holding the steering wheel while the other is climbing over the seat, etc. It was bizarre!
A little later we came back to pick her up and she either WAS or was with someone named Felicia or something like that who was pregnant but trying not to show it. I was shocked because she had adopted Ab and now was pregnant. And then it seemed like we were at my Aunt Nancy's house, but not the one she lives in now, the one she lived in when Nik and Scott were little. Then the trash man woke me up.

Odd...very odd...

ALL over the map

Last night was crazy. Just got up and am getting it down before I eat breakfast.

The first part I remember was going to a Rascal Flatts concert. It was really great and we were so close to them, like literally about 15 feet. There were about 35-50 people there with our group, some from here, most from home. Then some of us left and some stayed for the follow up band. I was one of the leavers. On the way out we passed their tour bus, it was really cool. Like a trailer/motor home, had a big round picnic table type hang out area that had pencils and notebooks and magazines and whatnot. We just peeked in the door, I have no idea why I would remember that.

From there the USO type bus tour took us around the town. We were somewhere in Poland or Czech or somewhere like that. There was some concern that the tour guide/bus driver (which are normally different people, but here were one) kept leaving the bus to drive itself while she walked down the aisle and talked about stuff. We got off, walked around, did some shopping. One of the ladies was looking for desk trays, the in/out box kind, preferrably ones that stacked.

When we got the rest of the group from the concert place, *****we went to an Alvin State Bank type place, where there was going to be a flea market so people could sell their stuff because they were moving or whatever. The 72d commander asked if SB could bring his EO slides to the event so he could do like a looping brief where people could listed to his equal opportunity information as they shopped. Someone said something about them paying for their stuff and he acted like people could pay if they wanted, like on a donation basis. Kim Bullard was there (she's a high school IRL and current FB friend) and arguing about how they are going to pay her for her stuff because otherwise she was just going to take it to the thrift store where she was more sure to get cash for it. Someone brought their dog, and it was pink with pink eyes. There was only a strip of black over it's eyes. Like a lone ranger mask. Someone else had another dog who was chasing a spider. The spider was fa-reaky looking. Shaped like a tootsie roll, but bigger, maybe 3 inches long and an inch around (?) coloring like a gummy worm (clearish w/ orangy-reddish tint) and four legs on each end that were on a circular free spinning type system. I told you. freaky. Then I woke up!

****There was a break here, where I went to work out with Elizabeth (fried/co worker here) and afterwards we went to a little cafe and had breakfast. T. Blakeney (former president ASB) was there, and he told the waitress to refund our money, he was paying for our breakfast (I think this is because the commercial was on last night where the man pays for the Soldier's family's meal because he "appreciates his service") anyway, then the cafe needed quarters, so we went to the bank...picked up the above part there...

CGB-no, previous post was not dream related. I just used this forum to post it so I could post it to my scrapbooking forum. I was thinking of doing some card making and stamping the back with that. I am being called Heather B or Mrs. B pretty regularly now. you know, since no one can say my last name very easily. I got really excited about the cards...and then just kind of abandoned it. we'll see...

Heather B

Something I am working on...

Wreckage, water and pantlessness

It has been probably almost a week since I had this dream, but I kept forgetting to blog it. I can't remember now how it started, but I was driving a giant Cadillac that belonged to our Health and Wellness Coordinator. Erin, another FRSA was in the car with me (with her kangaroo and bush baby pets!) and I was driving home to get some pants. I think I had been at the gym and forgot my pants? Something like that. Well, I went to turn the corner, and it was like that turn on Old Manvel Rd that if someone is coming from the other direction you can't both fit on the little bridge. So I can't get the giant car around the corner and one tire goes off the edge. I jump out and Erin tries to help me to push the car back on the road. it just kept sliding off and went underwater. I'm saying GREAT, we aren't insured on this car, etc. Still have no pants on. Then I think I woke up.

whaaaa???

Because it is now Sunday night, the dreams I woke up with have faded. What I remember:
Grocery shopping in the dark. The store (Kroger, I believe) only had enough electricity to run the freezers and refrigerated areas, so everyone was squinting at the shelves. I saw several high school faces, Kim Berger I think was one of them. Jeff Green, some others. I got to the check out and someone told me that Ray Goins had died. I started crying. Today I looked through all the yearbook pictures on facebook, I have no idea who that is.

There was another completely separate dream that I can't recall now. I told Stephen about both of them when I woke up, but he can't remember it either.

Stress revealed in dreams

I am assuming I am more stressed about the situation on the Gulf Coast than I would like to admit. For the past 3-4 nights I have dreamed about storms and flooding. I'm walking through flooded streets up to my waist or chest and brushing aside storm debris. I wake up because the water is too cold and realize that it's cold in our bedroom and that's why I've woken up. (because yeah, it's already been 37-39 degrees in the morning)
The unit we saw off to deployment last October is due home January-ish. We have been talking about homecoming activities, and yesterday I saw some footlockers on another post that had been sent forward from a unit that is returning this weekend. They send their stuff ahead so it doesn't have to go on the plane with them, and it can be put in their barracks and it's there for them when they return. Well, last night I dreamed that our unit had started to ship their things home. We were putting the different lockers in the rooms by name. I took one and it was sloshy. I opened it and it was full of murky water with wood slivers and plastic parts. I tried to salvage some of the belongings and make it look nice for when the Soldier returned. My heart was aching at what he was going to come home to.

I woke up thinking...and there it is. My worlds just collided in my sleep.

2 months today!

I just thought I'd see if this was even still here, and promise (again) to write my dreams down. They are fascinating to me and I like to look back on them. We'll see if I can keep up with it...

Couple from the week

One day this week I dreamed that I had a baby. We had a baby, and we left to go somewhere. I said to SB, "did you get the baby?" He said, "for what? I thought it would be happier staying home. do we have to take it everywhere?" I said, "I don't know, but I don't think you are suppose to leave them all alone."

Then I had a dream that we were missing graduation. I had to keep telling people, trying to convince them that it was like 7 or 8 hrs later than they thought. They would say, no look, it is still light outside. I would have to say, no, it stays light until TEN O'CLOCK!!! It was crazy. Once I finally convinced everyone, I had to pick up CG at TX Fairway so we could go, and when we got there (about 20 of us in a van) we had just missed Erin A and Aura A. Then I wanted to go out after graduation and SB said no, we didn't need to.

He asked me after that one why he's always a jackash in my dreams. I have no idea!

Sa-sa-sa-saturday nii-hiiiiight!

For some reason we were in the valley/on South Padre. In a house that looked (inside) like my Mimi and Papa's. But there were two of "Jan's bedroom", one that my mom and I were staying in and one my brother was staying in. We had been there visiting. I was doing a Pampered Chef show. (Apparently I was a consultant, I was trying to order new uniforms. they looked kind of like the ones my mom wore when she was a travel agent. You got a choice of about 1-3 tops, then you put them with skirts with matching material or khaki or navy skirt or pants. VERY mixy/matchy. Anyway, it was time to leave. I went to my Mimi's room to get my pearls that she had given me, then to look for my brother. Previously I had been irritated with him because we were in my Geo and he just got in the drivers side like he was going to drive because he was the man. I didn't care if he drove, but he should have asked me. Now, I keep harping that it is time to go! It is already evening and we have to drive all the way home (which I am guessing is Alvin). At some point I got really really upset because my Mimi had gone somewhere and wouldn't be back for a day or two, and I didn't get to say goodbye. Then, there was a place called Girl Time. They were like a party planner place for grown up girl slumber parties. I was going to plan one with all my girlfriends with nail appts, and spa time and the works. I was really excited about planning it, but was still running around screeching about how my brother needed to COME OOOOONN!!!! I don't even think I ever saw him. I just kept telling my mom to tell him to COME OOOONNN!!! "He's where?? In the shower?! argh, tell him to COOOMMME OOOONN!!!!!"

All I can think of regarding the origins here is:
It's time to go (back to the US)
I've been heavily into the Pampered Chef lately, but no idea what the uniform matchy matchy was about.
I was looking at albums last night and lingering on bachelorette party girlfriend pics. Need some girlfriend time.
My mom's side is having a reunion next weekend that I'm missing.

Stay tuned...

29 May 08

Still dreaming about the reunion…
In last night’s episode, I was in the back seat of my first car (the grey Buick) but it still belonged to my parents. They were in the front, and we were driving through Alvin. I was crying and we pulled up to a light. I rolled down the window to tell Tiffany Gray that I couldn’t come to the reunion because I had to go to something for my “dad’s company”. I specifically remember that because if you know me very well, you know that my dad never worked for a “company”. He always taught govt and history at ACC! Always. So, anyway, a little while later it is decided I can go. I put on the dress I wore in Betsy R. C’s wedding and go. (yes, it still fit…in the dream!) Stephen was there now, I guess we were staying with my parents, I don't know if we lived there or if my brother lived there. When I get to the reunion, (you know, it’s right there in Alvin, like in that “new Senior’s Center” that is 20 years old now or something) everyone is there. We are doing something like signing each other’s yearbooks, but there is something going on about making packets for each other (??) and I am making one for Tessa Gardner. Someone is singing karoke. Then Christy gets the microphone and gives a little speech about how she use to be very reserved and to herself, but now she loves the microphone. She explained that she stands up for what she believes in regarding her family. She isn’t in-your-face, but if you challenge her, she will tell you how it is. She finished what she was saying and left. I wanted to go with her, but then J.J. Shannon started singing karoke. I think the whole karoke scene was because before bed I watched Psych and the two main characters were undercover in a singing show like American Idol called Duos. Anyway, BIZ-R as usual! I hope these dreams cease by next weekend once it’s over!

oh, and I must not have been living with my parents, because the day after I was trying to get a Space A flight back to Germany and I was going to be in trouble if I didn't get one because my job (I was still at the G8) didn't approve for me to be gone past Monday.

Saturday night/Sunday morning

I dreamed I was backing up in a car (don't know which one) down the spiral driveway of a parking garage. When all of a sudden...WHAM! I hit the wall. Jarred awake and grumbled at the dream.

PMS. In a dream? yep.

There was a lot more to this dream than I can remember, but I was SO tired when I got up that it was fading really fast.

I was at someone's housing area, and we were working out, like seriously sweating working out. When we got finished, we went up to their apt, and the girl (kind of a mixture of several the spouses here)was talking about how Sandra Bullock is a newscaster now. I burst out crying and was screaming about how, "SEE??? WE MISS EVERY SINGE *#$%** THING!!!" and just going on and on like a crazy person like it was the biggest deal ever that Sandra Bullock became a newscaster and AFN didn't carry it. Then I said I had to go home right then. So I was collecting my things and started to leave and somehow I think I was trying to leave out the balcony but had to jump from one to the other and had all this stuff. Blanket, some clothes? I have no idea. So, I fall, that's the "falling part" of the dream. I have those periodically. I just fall and fall for a while. Once I land, SB and a couple other people walk up and we are talking and someone says something about how we had to spend that money. I said, "for what?" SB said, "oh, we called your brother and we were on the phone for about an hour and a half." Then I was screaming again about how could you call without me? and didn't you think I'd want to talk to him??? He tried to say something about how they had some business to discuss and it had already waited 90 days. Said it like that. 90 days. ???? Of course I'm all, "what kind of business? I can know! Stop trying to keep stuff from me!" etc.

There was also something in there where there was some fried chicken on a counter and I was trying to pick off crispy pieces of the outside. and trying to be quiet because my Mimi was asleep.

Kind of fuzzy

Memory of this one...

Part of it was about the reunion. I think my brain is working it out and being okay with not being there for the high school one or my mom's side family one. In the dream, I was at a kind of pre-reunion or coctail hour kind of thing. There were about 20 people there. Angie N, Bobby B, Tiffany G, Deb Lutz, and I think she was married to Roy Mallow or someone, maybe a compilation of him and a couple other people? anyway, I think all this is from the uploaded pics to the myspace group. It was people in those pics. So, we are at the get together and I remember saying, "Is this it? Is this all that is coming?" Also, my dad told me that at his 20 yr they got 200something of 279 there. Sounded great! I don't think we will get that high a percentage. They had theirs in an airplane hanger! How cool (and 60s-ish) is that? Anyway, I woke up not fretting about missing anything. So I think this is a good thing...
Also, I dreamed that SB told me we were being moved. Then he said...in 8 months. So I had to decide whether or not to stay at the G8, go on to the FRSA job, tell them I'd only be there for 8 mo if I did, or what? There was also some issue about how if we moved in 8 months we would only have 7 left oconus, so what would happen then? because they aren't suppose to move us twice in one year. I woke up kind of fretting about this. I think staying longer than our 451 days (per the counter on the blog!)is still a concern for dreaming Heather.

Dance!

So...I'm in this play/dance/musical. I have no idea where we are, what the time frame, but in the dream that came before this, SB and I were in a bar and we were just hanging out and the bartender gave us a GIANT bucket of ice with a small person sized test tube like bottle of liquor in it. SB tried to pick it up, dropped it and we ran out of there. Anyway, in the play, I was not suppose to have to been in this particular scene. Whoever is suppose to has not shown up, so someone shoves me onto the stage, the curtain has not gone up yet, so it's totally dark. I almost fall over someone and I say, "who is that? I don't know this scene!!" The girl says, "It's me, Amy." I look down because the voice is way shorter than me. From what I can make out, this girl is one of the "steps" young uns from high school. Like Rhonda or someone, but named Amy, and I know it wasn't Colquitt. And I think it might actually be someone from here in Germany, a spouse or someone. Anyway, the lights come up and we are in a line kind of shuffling across the stage. We pass Tammy Kim (As in Tammy Kim Dance where I took dancing when I was little) and I'm all in her face, "HIIII" but that's all I say, waiting for a look of recognition. She says, "Heather, go dance!" I start to say, "but...I don't know it" I only get out, "but" and she says, "you can just watch the others, it is easy, just blend in" as she is ushering me along. Then the alarm went off. I snoozed, went back to the dream, but we were just shuffling across the stage and I was looking around. When the alarm went off again I knew I wouldn't get passed that point, so I just got up.

Orders and moves

Last night/this morning was a hodgepodge but all related to getting orders and moving. I was first dreaming that the FRSAs were in charge of putting together all the orders for all the soldiers in our brigades/battalions. SB was helping me, and while we were putting people together, we were looking for/at different soldiers we know and where they were going.
Then, we started organizing by post. First we were doing alphabetical, but that didn't make sense because we were going to have to group them by post. At some point we were on a bus doing this, headed for a hotel. I think we must have taken a group to their departure city or something. We were with a bunch of people going to Ft Sill, OK. When we got to the hotel room, Kristi B was getting ready to do some laundry in the room, I needed to do some too, so I was looking at the other washer, but someone had left clothes in there. Then, I was irritated with one of the spouses I know IRL who was there because she was determined that when the soldiers returning from Iraq got there they HAD to sign her mug. Apparently she has been getting signatures since she'd been attending homecomings. I just kept thinking, "hey, this isn't ABOUT YOU!!!"
Lastly, at some point, we were putting some scrapbooks together of family members and I had some where people had taken panoramics in several frames to be pasted together, and my uncle D was always sitting in a corner. I found that odd.
Going to make some breakfast now...

Hello...it's been a while...

Please ignore post below. SB had to do a graph for school and link it to his homework page, so he had to post it somewhere, so here it is.

I'm trying to get back to this...I've been dreaming, but not so much recording. I had a couple doozies last night, so here goes:

I should start by saying I watched the Barbara Walters special before bed, and that I got an email from AJ saying that the Duggar family of Arkansas is having their 18th child. So, sometime in the night, I was helping the KC family in a play. The kids had to be in it for school and needed adult volunteers to play teachers or something. We were suppose to walk in, sit down, and then stand up one at a time and ask "excuse me," and then something about how to properly do something (like it was a manners or etiquette class). When it was my turn to stand up, Lisa Walsh had sat on my skirt and the corner of my v-neck tshirt. I was reaching my arms straight up as I was trying to stand and they both came down about a foot. So there's my top, down around my ribcage and everyone is laughing. I'm trying to pull it up and shushing KC and LW who are laughing and I begin my lines (to my kid costar who I think is S, but may be J) with, "excuse me, that is not an appropriate way to react to such an occurrence, can you tell me an appropriate way to do so?" It was pretty funny.
THEN, different dream, SB and I are spending the weekend w/ CGB's family, but they have 18 kids (ala the Duggars). I am shocked to find that there is no fighting, a clean house, general harmony. I begin to "interview" one of the little girls. (in BW fashion) and find out that she has been adopted. She looks right into my eyes, is kind of crying and says, "I don't know why she gave me away, I was just a baby, I didn't even do anything wrong yet." BW has an adopted daughter, I didn't know that before last night, maybe this brought it up. ?? anyway, I feel like there was more to this dream, but I can't remember it. OH, and I asked CGB how she managed this harmony, and she was clueless as to what else she should expect. "what do you mean? It's just how we are." No idea that they should all be fighting, refusing to do chores, etc!
There was one more from last night, I think about the reunion, can't remember it.

A week or so ago...


I dreamed I was at a "planning meeting" for the Class of 88 reunion. The whole class was there, in a huge room, like a conference room at a hotel. We were throwing out ideas for the reunion, and Kathy O'Steen came up to me and announced that she was angry because I didn't tell her about the reunion. I started crying and told her that I'm not the planner, and I can't even go myself!
Then I realized, we WERE RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF A REUNION! I mean, we were all there. I woke up thinking 2 things. #1-I have the capability to contact anyone I want, I am part of the myspace/facebook/email generation, and if I want to contact someone and catch up with them, I can do so. and #2-the "realize the situation you are IN" of being there planning it, but not taking advantage of what we actually were doing made sense.
IRL I contacted Kathy O via myspace and told her about the dream and the reunion. She had not heard about it. She probably thinks I am full on crazy.
That's all for now.

Beach Party!

I can't for the life of me remember how this dream started. When I first woke up I had it, but it faded quickly. Somewhere in the middle, we were cleaning the house (IRL is covered in dog hair and dirt from our guest and the storms we've been having) and Bill called to say he wouldn't be there that weekend. I guess he was suppose to be??? He won tickets to see "X". I have no idea what that is. So Stephen said he was going to go ahead and go to the all night Texas Hold 'em Tournament (IRL was downtown Mannheim and was Saturday and Sunday, not over night) I said okay that I'd join him sometime during the day. When I got to the beach where it was being held in a big pavillion, there was a HUGE beach party going on, all our people from America and our friends here. It wasn't for us or anything, just happened to be everyone we know (and some people we didn't). I had a hotdog and some chips, I think, but the reason I remember it is because it was on a hamburger bun. Not the hot dog, but the whole meal. It was a dinner plate hamburger bun! And some girl kept coming over and grabbing chips. "THANKS!!!" she'd say and I would scowl at her.

Long time no bloggable dreams...

It's been a while. Last night I was working at a bank type place, but it was running checks through a clearing house. Christy worked there, too, and some other people that I don't remember but I know are familiar. We were all in a training and someone said that we were suppose to all get a company credit card. It was not like use the card and the company pays the bill. It was like we worked at Bank of America and it was the BOA card. It was 0% interest, and we had to find an application in a magazine. They had stacks of magazines and we were suppose to look in them and find the application and do it. Then, it was time to leave and there was a lady that had just walked in. I took her over to customer service bc her credit card wasn't reading properly. Dona (lady who works at the bank IRL here in Mannheim) was helping her and this other lady was telling me how she was just pretending to look it up. She'd ACTUALLY do it tomorrow, but they had already shut down their systems bc it was 4pm. Um…ok.

Then I went to look at this house I was going to rent from Dona. It was giant, so many rooms, and each room had several beds. I guess I was going to rent it myself, and she had said it would be $450. I told her maybe I'd get a roommate since it was so big. She said, ok, but that it was not $450, it was $500. I acted like that was some giant sum more than the original quote. Then I said that Lori and Damon could live with me. Where was Jake? Don't know. Where was Stephen? Don't know. The house just kept getting bigger, everytime I turned a corner there was a different room. And it was all very victorian decorated.

Later, I was skiing and just kept saying how great the snow conditions were. "See? This is how I like it! Not too powdery, not too packed!!" and I was doing SO GOOD! Just skiing along like it was nothing! :)

Job Situation

IRL, I applied for a new position with the Army Community Service. I am very on the fence about whether or not I really want it. The only reason is because I am not a job hopper. I feel like people have invested time and man hours in training me and getting me the gazillion passwords and accesses needed for my current position. However, the job possibility is back working with programs that help families, which is where my heart is, and it is in marketing/advertising/journalism where my education is. And it would be a pay increase as well as a career appt whereas my current job was gained by military spousal preference and thus does not carry career status (I know…it's convoluded!)
In dreamland, I was going to my interview with ACS (which I only get if I make the "list of candidates" chosen by the computer…also convoluted). I get there and it is complete pandemonium. Everyone is mad, a couple of people are crying. It appears that one of the Local Nationals (LN) who is an older lady is acting as a Mrs. Garrett (from Facts of Life) and she is suppose to be the "house mother" where some of the employees live. Gal is working at ACS and living at this house (but IRL there is no house where they live, but Gal does work there). Apparently she is crying because LN is in trouble for living on the economy and not in the house. She didn't mean to get LN in trouble, but Mr M, director of ACS is furious and yelling and stomping around. M, S, and D (friends of mine from ACS) are running around briefing everyone on what is going on, who is saying what and who is in trouble. Chris, who IRL is a victim advocate/ domestic abuse go to guy, is trying to keep everyone calm and keep the peace. I ask M, "should I come back tomorrow for my interview? Seems things are a little crazy just now." She says, "oh no, it'll all be fine, just wait a few minutes and it will blow over…"
So I did.

Many many dreams...

Night before last: Found someone's datebook. Was looking at it to try to figure out who it belonged to and realized it was Kimberly's. There was a date highlighted with "Ryan's bday party" on it with details of time and place. My feelings were hurt because I wasn't invited, so I went anyway. Turned out to be a job interview where they interviewed both the candidate and his/her spouse. I burst in crying about why they didn't invite me, and felt horrible when I was told what was really going on. Apparently Kimberly put it as a party in the datebook in case someone saw it, Ryan didn't want his current employer to know about the interview. Nice job, cuz!
Last night: First, I was at work at ASB and Dan (boss at G8 here) came in to tell me something about what I should be doing. I kept trying to verify someone's teller drawer so I could take it over and that person showed it balanced, but I couldn't get it to balance. The $20s kept sticking together. I was thinking how much I loved working at the bank (but I wasn't loving it in the dream, I just was thinking I was loving it…) then some people had to have a hold placed on their acct bc they had a $40something,000 check to deposit but not a long enough history or high enough balance to cover. The lady was so upset and I was trying to explain it to her feeling horrible that they couldn't have access to this money they desperately needed.
Then, I was trying to teach Allison how to make finger puppet shadows on the wall. We were making Ks so we could say KK (for aunt KeKe). All of a sudden, she was a teenager and wanted to go out walking the neighborhood with her friends. I was trying to explain to her that if she would just tell her mom what she wanted to do it wouldn't be a problem. It was that she would just wander off and not say anything. Strange thing is that Kimberly, Allison's mom was Paulette (looking) in the dream.
Then, I was at a college type party, and everyone was SO much younger than me. I started talking to some people, and this one guy was all trying to hold my hand. "Seriously, do you even remember that red electronic toy that you could play memory games with? Merlin I believe was the name of it." He looked at me like I had a third eye. I said, "See? What are you, twelve?" He lowered his head all ashamed and said, no. 26. I said, "oh, ok, sorry. But you are still over 10 yrs younger than me." Not sure why I didn't say, "HEY, back off, you want my husband to punch you?" Anyway, then he started telling me how he won some award, like some maturity award. It was ridiculous, then I woke up.

Fell off the cliff!

We're driving along, S and me, and we are in kind of a desertish climate. There are some cacti, indian blanket flowers and dirt. All of a sudden, the road on either side, the shoulders disappear and become cliffs. I tell him, "scoot over! You are too close to the edge!!!" he says he is too close to the edge over there, too. When we stop, we're at the end, cliff on either side, and then out front of us is a drop off, to a lower road. About a 6-8 ft drop. He gets out of the car, and steps off, landing on the lower road. Well, then I have to drive the car. It seems we think I am just going to pull forward and the car will drop down. Now, I know in real life that if I pull forward like that I will nosedive into the road. Not so in the dream. It is like the coyote, go forward, parallel with the road and then drop flat down. When we get on the lower level, there is another couple who has done the same thing. There was some more to this, but I can't remember what it was. Seems like something about gathering some clothes and food for the needy…or something?!

Long Dream...or lotta little ones...

I was working somewhere like the Alvin State Bank building. Beth, Christy and Kathy were there and we were going from room to room in the "shop", I don't know what the business was. We somehow got word that there were bad guys in the area and they were locking down the buildings. Locking people in, shooting people if met with resistance, etc. We tried to lay low and act right. We got separated at some point and were communicating with knocks on the walls. It was kind of crazy, I don't know how we survived.
Then somehow I was at ASB, working, Jamie came downstairs wearing a black dress with one red shoe and one black shoe. I looked down and I had the same pair onwith my red dress and jeans (?). I asked her, "hey, what's going on with your shoes?" she looked baffled and didn't know. We traded. Then I was trying to go back to my teller booth and I didn't know where any keys were or my drawer or anything and people were wondering what my problem was and why I was confused. They didn't seem to realize I had been gone 10 yrs.
Then, I think this is a totally separate dream, I was in a homeless camp doing research about these people (I am sure this is because this topic was on Dr. Phil the other night) and out of the blue Kerry and Denver from the fantasy football league drive up in a little red Chevette. There was a lot of "omg, HI! what are you doing here? it's great to see you, etc" followed by "what are you doing with these people??" The whole homeless camp is a completely different story, but what is relevant here is that they brought me this trophy that was like a sandbag thing, stood about 1.5 ft high and had a big golf ball on both sides and said "Hole in One Champion". I was furious and accusing them of not wanting to give me the real trophy. They kept trying to convince me that this WAS the real trophy. "see where all the past winners are on here?" Written in sharpie on the back.
So in my homeless camp investigation, the people were really nice, and there were two men and a lady and they ate what they caught on the river and had one car that they only used when all three wanted to go somewhere (that's why they couldn't use it to take me back to my camp-I had walked there). I ended up leaving with Kerry and Denver, they took me back to my camp and then on to there hotel to visit and eat dinner. Then I somehow ended up back at home. And home was here in this house, but apparently in the states.

First dream of 2008

I was living in a house, near Alta Vista and Coffee streets, there in Alvin, kind of between AJH and AHS, where the Slaters and Eric Evans and the Couchmans lived. Maybe you know, maybe not. ANYWAY…I was moving either in or out of a house over there and Dude was moving in with me. I got him in the house and went back to the car to get some more stuff. When I walked back up, there was a small child, probably less than a year, but walking a little, standing by the fence (on the outside) all by herself. I picked her up and held her for a minute, talking to her, and then her grandmother came around the corner. She was staying there with the grandma, and had toddled away while grandma was tending to the flowers. I don't know how she got on the other side of the fence, but I handed her back over and went on with what I was doing.
There was a lot more to this dream, and maybe a separate one altogether. I can't remember though. And I am blaming post-new years firework wake-up explosions for it!

New Year's Reception

We are going to a Garrison New Years Reception Jan 11. I guess it was on my mind, so I dreamed we were there, and the special guests were General and Mrs. Via! The previous General and his wife who left in the summer. It was so good to see them, she is so so nice. There was some issue with some dessert, I think I was suppose to be in charge of bringing or being sure it was brought out to the table or something. I was kind of running around crazy and someone said, “it’s time to do the receiving line!!” I wanted no part of that until I saw the Gen and Mrs standing there. I ran up and hugged her and we chatted a minute. Then I ran off to get the dessert tray.