Trying a new church

I drug the family, including my mom (who doesn't even live here) to a new church. It was absolutely packed when we arrived, but my hubby left a message for the pastor that we saw where he parked, and we'd park by the tree.


There were people everywhere, busloads. Blue and white buses. So we begin the long walk to figure out which building to go to, and I have on a dress, flip flops, and black socks! Oh, and a bandaid on my chin. We went to the end of the line which wound between buildings.

then we're in a sitting room, my bandaid comes off, and I look out the window to see some fabulous "balloon" type things flying by. My mom is making faces, because I made her come along.

Then my alarm went off. Those balloon things were cool.....

So, I was shaving my legs

and continued all the way up my body. That in itself is odd to me, but I was taking a layer of skin off in a lot of places, and it would hurt, and bleed.

I wonder if this has anything to do with dry winter skin?

At some other point in the night I dreamed that my dog was vomiting all over my room.

ALL over it. That seemed so real that this morning I looked everywhere just to be sure.

Farm animals?

Oh my. I don't know where my mind goes, and how I get there, but last night I was on a farm. There were cows, sheep, ducks, chickens, horses, goats, pigs, and tractors. Lot's of tractors.

Nothing really odd was happening, except all of the animals, and the barn, looked exactly like this.




Like I was transferred right into the Fisher Price Little People Farm™. Except it was all alive. Like in the movie Toy Story©

Purse party?

My memories of last night are all over the map. (My memories of the previous night are only of dancing dogs. They were in costumes. That's all I can remember.)

My sister was having a purse party, and my cousin Laurie and I are in the car on our way. The clock in the car read 4:25 and we were discussing how she'll be irritated cause we're late.

We're in the drive up at McDonalds, the clock reads 7:25. The drive up lady is smashing our food with her thumb, and making ugly faces like a witch. She was eating our fries as she put them in the bag, and when I complained about the onion rings (which they don't even sell at McDonalds) she smashed her thumb through a chicken nugget to make it a "ring" and said something about credit cards aren't for food.

I'm in a locker room going to the bathroom. My sisters friend Whitney was putting on earrings, telling me to hurry up. When I was finished, I turned and the "toilet" was actually one of those little porta-potty things for toddlers to learn on.


Weird. Just weird.

Old Mobster Friends

Hubby and I needed some money, so we decided to go visit Art and his wife. We pulled up to their house, and their were Cadillac's everywhere. Maybe 10 of them. The kind that "mobsters" used to drive. The 3 door, maybe Fleetwood.

Hubby did some odd blocking traffic move, and said we should drive by the front and honk the horn first. (It was a corner house) So we get in a traffic tiff with a guy pulling a boat, and pull around the front and honk. As we honk, a facade starts coming down the front of the house of brick and a normal front door. Behind this facade is a garage door. Hubby told me they did that because their daughter Leslie goes to her room.

We drive down the street full of odd colored houses, turn around and then we're standing at the front door. I'm eating a fudge popsicle, and she tells me I have it on my face. We go inside, and she tells me where I can wash it off, and hubby is shaking hands with Art.

There are tables everywhere. Food on all of them. She cooks a lot. They have 3 free standing stove/oven things in their kitchen. All in use.

Hubby and Art are going for a drive so they can "talk", and to get table cloths for another table that we need to use. They come back with a table cloth that is paper, and I rip a corner. For some reason I am the one to put the paper on the table, I struggle getting it straight, and the wife makes fun of me. Then the table becomes a tiny TV tray type thing, and it won't stand up. Art tells me to put a pillow under it.

That's all I remember. What's weird is that Art is someone we used to know. We spoke of his full name in my dream. We haven't seen him in probably 20 years.

Sex addiction therapy

Last night, I snuck into the Sex therapy place to see Tiger Woods. I never found him. I found all sorts of people, but never got inside. The place was all french doors, and inside each room there were groups of people. All of them pointing and smiling at me. Dressed in business clothes. Nobody looked comfy.

Then when the woman who works there told me what door to go in, I went the other way to get in my car and leave. I was in knee deep mud, and wooded trails. I made it to a car, but didn't know what to do with the car.

hhmmmmm odd. I think I'm crazy.

Naked fat man

OMGoodness!

I was dealing with a naked fat man. Maybe in his 60's. He told me to wipe the rear view mirror in my living room with a special cleaner so that I could see when someone pulls in the driveway.

A bit later, I was wiping every surface in the house with dryer sheets. Including HIM! His arm pits had cobwebs, dead bugs, and daddy long leg spiders.

There was something about a shelf, and computer repair. He had to fix someones computer that was from 1990, and if I helped him, I could have a really cool bookshelf.

Interesting.