Dream Theater

 The night could not end fast enough last night. Dream after dream of anxious hand wringing drama. First one I remember is being in the airport getting ready to board a plane with two other people.  They were girls...women. I reached into my bag for my ticket and everything was gone! I had to go to the airline counter and explain my predicament! They were able to issue me a ticket, but asked a multitude of questions and then some very stern looking woman decided I was working with Russia! I was calm and unflappable about the whole thing. I was seated and pondering how I was ever going to get home because they took so much time I missed my flight. Not to worry, you can catch the next one. To Atlanta where I would transfer only there were no planes leaving for "home" once I arrived and I would have to spend the night in the terminal because I had no money for a hotel room.

Then I was surfing! Really surfing. I was balancing and doing everything like they so on the real thing! Ned was there and was unimpressed. Something about me being a fuck up and I had my chance and no surfing could change things. I was so hurt.

Then I was late for work. I looked at the clock and it said 8:45, i was to be at work at 9. I wasn't dressed or prepared so I ended up in a car, with Joe, and trying to call directory assistance for the phone number to EPI (why is it either EPI or Coke in my dreams?) but they could not find it. It was in my phone, but I had lost it along with  my airline ticket etc. at the airport. Maybe they would understand when I showed up late. I let Joe drive and screamed when I thought he made a left turn into one way traffic. He pulled up on the curb and said "WHAT!" I just laughed it off, because it was not a one way.

The last one was that Joe was mad at me. He was going to go somewhere (that's the way dreams are) adn I was puttering around in the yard, because it was (and it is) full of weeks. I saw two cars in the driveway and thought that was odd, Joe should be in one. As I came around the cars I saw Joe laying in the neighbors front yard (though it was not Matt and Sam's it was somewhere else with a gorgeous lawn) in his white long johns. I wondered how long he had been there, knowing it was a long time and also wondering why no one alerted me. I was able to wake him up and get him into the house, into a bed room that was an absolute wreck.

So, that was my Dream Theater last night.

I'm at the library getting ready to ship out two Barbie dolls. I also sold the Asking Alexander t's but can not find them. I have a few days to hunt them down. I'm sure Bridget took them but she says she has never seen them.

I'm not allowing her into my garage anymore. She thinks its free day at Macy's.