Night of No Sleep

I know I had some good, detailed dreams last night. I know I replayed them in my mind at some point, but I was up coughing more than half the night and I don't remember a thing. Why is it that I can't seem to remember the good ones?? Hopefully tonight is better.

I'm trying to locate my old dream journal so on the nights when my memory fails I can go through some old dreams, but as of this minute, I've got absolutely no clue where I put it. I know exactly what it looks like, but it is lost in the mess of my house.

MS Walk

I know this is not the blog I am running, but this is an important cause to me.

Yes, this is a plea for money. Even $1. It all adds up.
I know too many people who have MS. From family members to an extremely close friend of mine. I'm walking on her team. I did it 8 months pregnant last year and I thought that was a pretty good slant to try to get some donations. This year I'll do it with my two kids. Please look at the website below and support me and support trying to fight for and find a cure for MS.
Thank you!

After Enlightenment

Good Dream and Orchestra

So I had a really good dream last night. Even had one yesterday when I was napping with Little One. But do you think I remember either one?? No. Sorry. Wish I could, because they were both very detailed.

Instead, I quit my orchestra yesterday. I had just come back from taking a break with Little One, but I haven't been happy playing this season. I play oboe in a volunteer orchestra. I give up Monday nights and a few Sundays to play. The reason I started playing with them was to play at Severance Hall. It was the most amazing experience of my life - to play where the greats have played with amazing sound quality. I have now played there a handful of times and each time is the same awe-inspiring experience.

Yesterday I went to play for a ballet with my orchestra at the Bohemian Hall. I checked the website in the a.m. for directions and a starting time. 3:00. OK - If I go to the Purim Carnival and leave early I can still get there on time. I do this. I get there on time, only to find out that the concert was misprinted in the paper and has to start at 3:30. At this point I get mad. I've already given up two Sundays in a row with a third one to come with a one week break and that's not including the Severance Hall concert. I'm furious at this point. I get emotional. I tell the conductor's wife I quit. She says: "You quit over half an hour?" No. I quit because that was 1/2 hour of time I could have been spending with my kids - still at the carnival. I quit because there are too many Sundays. I work full time and the weekends are my only days with my kids. I quit because I am putting them first for now. I quit because the music has been awful. We have too many concerts to give the orchestra time to learn new compositions and I'm so bored with the music. How many times am I going to have to play Colonel Bogey???

I will still keep playing and will, one day, join another band or orchestra. My kids are only little once. I know it was an emotional decision, but I'd been contemplating stopping after this season anyway. I just didn't want to do it so rashly. I am a bit sad about my decision. Some of the girls there were really nice. I felt very intimadated by the first oboist when I first got there. She's good. I learned a lot from her. She's so funny and nice.

It turns out that I'm known as the complainer in the orchestra. The first oboist is on the Board and while it was being discussed about any complaints she said that some people are complaining about the number of Sunday concerts. They guessed it to be me. I know I am not the only one upset about this. Why I am I the only one who verbalizes it? This is what I sometimes try to get away from - being the one who is able to speak her mind. Well, I'd rather speak my mind then sit quietly and be unhappy.

Art Sale in a Mansion

I was staying at a friend's multi-house mansion estate. They were having an art sale party and I was one of the artist's. It was starting to drizzle when I got to her house. There were already other people there. I was probably around 15 years old or so. Everyone had to pick out what art we were going to display. I ended up choosing two pieces. One that was like a locket, but bigger and I don't remember what the second was. We had to vie for space and I couldn't find any good lighting in the room I was going into, but someone suggested that instead of standing the pictures up, I lay them down like they did in the "olden" days. It was perfect. I put my business cards in front of them so everyone would know whose they were and I thought that was just ingenious. It was really starting to pore. I had to find my room and I didn't know where it was but I kept forgetting to put items there. Everytime we moved rooms, we had to walk out in the rain.

As the part was starting, there was a trivia conest people were watching. There was one last question for the contestants to win and it was 2 boys and a girl on the team. That question was "What is an American party where you stay overnight called?" The girl said "Oh, I know this. I've been doing it forever. It's a sleepover." "Wrong." The Emcee said. "It's a PJ Party." I remember thinking that it was called either. That I called it a sleepover ever since I was a kid and that the answer was disputable.

The party was about to start and Dave got up to make a toast to everyone. He started with "Welcome everyone. First of all, if you need anything else or anymore food, please let the wait staff know." Then he was interrupted by someone and Dave said "No, I only make prepared speaches." But he couldn't find his so it was off the cuff and everyone laughed.

That's when Little One woke up.

Barn House Renovation

There was a large family and they were redecorating their house so the kids could have their rooms the way they want them. They were unhappy with the designer, though. They had very specific ideas of what they wanted. They wanted bunk beds, but not just normal bunk beds, these bunk beds went all the way to the ceiling. They had a large pole in the middle that was a very solid, heavy metal. The top bunk on each of the four bunkbeds was at least the height of going from the first floor to the top of the second floor in a two-story house. I had no idea how they were going to get to the top bunk. I knew they had to screw something into the wall. They were at my house working on this and someone was recarpeting my stairs, but they weren't done and we were walking down them and I remember saying how unprofessional these guys were. There was a step that was completely missing and the whole thing could have been tripped down.

They lived in a house next to a family member's house. The houses were attached. The man lived in the barn, which was extremely large and well decorated and furnished. You pan out from his house, which had a lot of bright, shiny red with white and doesn't look like a barn from the front and you see this smaller house attached at the back of it and from the side you can tell the bigger house is a barn. The smaller house is painted just like the larger house.

Don't ask me what this dream meant. I've got absolutely no clue.

And, as usual, there were so many more details, but they are eluding me right now.

Heroes

So last night in my dream I had all these "Heroes" television show moments. Radioactive hands, people healing themselves. It seemed like it went on and on and on. I can't even completely grasp the pictures that I saw but I know I had these images and moments flashing in my dream and it all related to the special powers of these people on the television show. That and I also dreamt that the bedrooms in my house were on the same level as the washer and dryer and that I absolutely had to wash all the sheets in my house and how convenient that would be.

Hmmmmm.....

One Recurring Nightmare

So in the middle of watching some non-descript, unimportant television show last night, I heard a wail. G woke up for some reason - probably a nightmare - and I went up and he was already basically asleep by the time I got there.

I don't remember how old I was, but when I was younger I would have recurring nightmares. I had about 3 that would play over and over every once in a while. Here's one of them:

I was going to a party. It was down the street from where I lived, right past the main road and just on the other side - so very close. My mom or dad dropped me off. When I got in, however, all the party guests were spiders. I thought it was odd and I was a little scared. I tried to tell my mom or dad not to leave, but they had already left. Various things would happen at this point. Party games, cake, all the usual things that would happen at a child's birthday party. By the end, however, I always turned into what the spiders wanted. They wanted to spin their webs on me and basically "get" me. I was the biggest party favor there. They never got me. I always got out of the house. But I was never able to scream and when I really needed to, I was never able to run. I tried and tried and then, finally, woke up.

Now I realize it was my brain prohibiting me from moving during sleep. (I've just spent about 15 minutes searching for a website that discusses this, but couldn't find one. I just saw a special on TLC where, I think maybe the hypothalmus doesn't work right and people sleep walk, talk and are destructive in their sleep, unlike the majority of people.) What the rest of the dream was about, I really don't know.