An Alumni Event

I was at an alumni event, but it wasn't for Case Western. We were in a huge, monstrous building that was under construction still. Most of it was just bare beams with not much else. They removed a curtain and you could see everyone standing around in their formal attire. I think my place of employment was in the middle of it but the building the party was taking place in was for the school. It was also a fundraiser. I was sitting walking up the stairs and at the bottom of the stairs was some food that you could take. The one item that stands out to me is the chocolate log roll - cake and icing all rolled together like a big ho ho. It looked so good, but I passed it up because Iknew there was food at my table. I went to sit down and then the scene switches a bit to me trying to find the police because I saw two "most wanted" criminals and needed to turn them in.

A Ghost Story

I had to figure out where I was going to park. It was nighttime and I knew I was staying all night. The metered parking would have been expensive, at least $27, but I didn't feel like moving my car around the corner. There was a metal barrier up and I didn't want to walk around.

I went into the house and I had to sign in. I was talking to a friend of mine and I noticed that he was peeling so I started peeling for him. It turned out he was a ghost, but we were dating and we were in love. We didn't care. He knew he was in love with me. There were other people who did care and they didn't want us to date. I wasn't allowed to let anyone else see me. There was a reporter who was trying to find out if the ghost was, indeed, seeing someone, and she was using every means possible to try to find me out. There was something about water and then being able to see me, like if I stepped in water I could be found out - traces of me would be found. I was doing my best to steer clear and then she realized that she could look in the sign-in book, but my boyfriend had smudged out my name just before she could look at it. Then I was standing in the hallway and there was a line of people there. The reporter when up to one lady and started talking to her and then they were in cahoots. The lady intentionally spilled her entire bottle of Channel No. 5 all over me and that gave the reporter the fodder she needed.

It hadn't occurred to me until after I woke up that I was the one who couldn't be seen by anyone. It was as if I had been the ghost, but I know I wasn't.

Bits and Pieces

I'm visiting an old camper of mine, Jen S., who just had a baby girl. She was sitting in the bed, putting the baby's hair in curlers. She said she does it all the time. Sometimes they're up until midnight just relaxing and that the baby doesn't care about sleeping in the curlers. Jen has some in her hair too - in the front. Jen stands on her bed to get to her closet, which is full to the brim of toys and clothes and she reaches for something high up on a shelf.

The dream shifts a little and I find my husband-to-be. Everyone is very religious, as is my h-t-b and there is a big cliff. We go to the bottom and there is a house down there. My h-t-b and I go in and start kissing, but we notice a few kids surrounding us so we stop and we start wrestling with them and playing around.

Then the dream shifts and it's my former bosses' wife talking about wanting to sell her house but it's not time to sell and someone is talking to her about her development, that there is only one lot left to build and she should let them build it and then buy it cheaply and then sell her house.

Dance Contest

I was at a dance contest. It was taking place in an auditorium, and the auditorium was full. There was a ramp in the middle where you could go out into the audience. It started with male stripper-style dancers and a whole bunch of women with wads of dollar bills, but they weren't doing anything with them. I was dancing and about to say hi to an old co-worker of mine when I saw my friend Rachel W. who was in the audience watching us with her family.

Next thing I know I'm standing on stage, along with the other contestants. I guess I had performed a solo dance out of the possible categories (solo, duet and group). There was a girl, Karin, who was standing behind me...she's the girl that looks just like Rachel W. I was trying to get Rachel's attention to point her out but Rachel was getting my attention because I hadn't heard my name called - I was a finalist! I ran over by the other finalists. I was standing right behind Aemi T. and her sister Judi R. (they both danced solo as well). There was another girl and an older man with a huge paunch - the janitor. He kept saying he didn't dance as well as he liked - that next year he'd dance much better.

They came out with the medals. The threw the first place medal to this girl we didn't know and the third place medal to the janitor. They originally were only going to have 2 winners but they decided that the grand winner was Ms. Rothenberg.....I said "which one?" The announcer said "the social one." I said "which one?" And she pointed to Judi. Judi won first place. I patted Aemi on the back and said now that she's got a family I guess she's not considered the "social one" anymore.

We looked at the medal and they had added the third medal since they hadn't planned on it. They had a piece of tin foil and they colored the letter "C" on it. Don't know why.

My Nightmare - Ants

OK - I know this is ridiculous, but I hate ants.....when they're outside I don't care about them but put one ant in my house and I turn into a nutcase. I don't care about spiders, unless they're monsters in size, but ants kill me. It all goes back to when I was living in California and they invaded my home. I was on the phone with Raid every day because I couldn't get rid of them. I still feel queezy in the stomach just thinking about it.

Now, couple my fear and neurotic dislike of ants and couple that with ant season in my house. Doesn't matter how clean or dirty my house is, every spring I get ants. It started with the big ones, which isn't the worst of the ants, but now I'm getting those little ones and they freak me out to no end. I know it's ridiculous but I've now started ant watch and look for anything moving. I cleaned my floor on my hands and knees last night - 11:00. I joke around but if you want me to clean anything in my house - throw in some ants and I'll clean it and let everything else go. Wedding to go to? Sorry, gotta get rid of the ants. My boy is graduating? Sorry, ants.

Well - last night I found my first ant of the season, and I just sprayed the entire outside of my house with ant spray the night before - maybe this is them getting back at me for killing a whole colony down by the end of my driveway - but it was GROSS! So, of course, last night I had a nightmare.

It starts with me in my house seeing one tiny ant. I dealt with it ok. Went about my normal business. My friends leave and I'm alone. I'm back and forth between inside my house and outside in the backyard. I see a few more ants and it icks me but I'm dealing. All of a sudden, there is a trail of ants back and forth and there's a swarm of flying ants. I look at this beaded wall hanging I made of a duck (which I really did make - it's hanging in my youngest's room) and when I make a closer inspection it's been consumed by the ants and they are making the picture of the duck. I walk in my kitchen and have an oven mitt in my hand. I go to kill one of the flying ants and wack it with the oven mitt. I couldn't squish it because that would have been gross - but the ant is about 1-2" big and it was gross. It had wings. I know I can't kill them all. Bizarrely, in the middle of the dream, I have a friend for brunch. We're sitting on my front porch - very New York restaurant style concrete sidewalk front porch. I have to walk inside to get something and remember about the ants.

I wake up whining and crying. At this time my youngest (about 5:30 a.m.) has a nightmare too. I go to lay with him but all I can think about is the stupid ants and my nightmare and I can't get back to a restful sleep.

A Visit

We were driving to see my brother and sister-in-law. We took a wrong exit and ended up going very far out of our way. We were looking at signs and thought we only had 2 miles to go but it turned out that we had 2 miles to go to reach the bridge. Dave was about to hit a curb that was twice the size of a normal curb, but when we hit it it made no impact.

We arrived at my brother's and he asked us what took so long. It was 11 at night. We told them we took exit 92 and they said we were supposed to take 91, the one before. My sister-in-law was about -8 months pregnant but when you looked at her from straight on you couldn't even tell. She was walking down the hallway pushing a stroller and wearing a light blue billowy shirt. We were then all sitting around talking and I went to feel the baby move. The baby was moving and she told me to press down but I started to press too hard and she told me to press softer and not touch the liquids, or something of that nature.

We were then standing outside a restaurant and a whole bunch of people came walking by holding what looked like extra large bills wrapped in saran wrap. One person opened the saran wrap and it turned out that it wasn't bills but it was really old documents that had been smuggled. All of a sudden the police swarmed and everyone was getting arrested.

Old Friends

I had a big, long dream last night. I kept waking up and I even remember trying to replay my dream so I wouldn't forget it, but of course I did. I've been having terrible dream memory lately, which goes along with my regular life of having a bad membory - early onset alzheimer's or just tiredness with too much to do? Probably the latter, but still. I do remember the end of my dream.

I was working at a counter and it was high up, like a Judge's bench but I wasn't a judge. It might have even been a club of some sort, so it could have been like a dj booth as well. I look down and see an old camp face and I yell Marc! It was Marc Greenwald. I look in his eyes and at his blonde hair and realize that it's his brother, Brian. They are so similar and the hair threw me off but I could tell by the eyes.

Then the dream continued from there. I vaguely remember an estate and a pond in front of it and having to walk on the rocks on the pond, but I could be mistaken. I'm thinking the Greenwals infiltrated my dream because they, along with a few other people I'd love to find from my past, are still elusive.

Aaaah well.