Diamond and a Lottery Ticket

Down at a thing. My family was there. My boss, BJO was there. A well-known FBI druglord (aka Druglord) was there. A cartel drug leader (aka "Really Bad Dude" or "RBD") was there too. RBD wanted me to take a cell phone that had a stolen diamond in it and wrap it up again. Druglord handed me the phone and then I wrapped it up. I wasn't part of the crime, but I was being forced to do what the "bad guys" wanted. When they weren't looking I took the diamond out of the phone. RBD left. I had my opportunity to get away. I got the phone as evidence and walked out with my family. On the way out, RBD was on his way back in so I called BJO and told him to get out because RBD was going to be VERY mad. I had a scheme. I called 911 and then called RBD and the Druglord so that their numbers were on the phone. I was going to the police department, demanded to talk to the Chief and told him I wouldn't say a thing until me and my family were granted police protection. I had them dust the phone for prints and turned the diamond over.

Cut to:

There were winning lottery ticket numbers tattooed on the back of someone, maybe me. Someone was driving a car down an alleyway but there was a lot of traffic and she wasn't trusting. There was a dance studio across from her apartment. The numbers had to be hidden until the winning money came through. She called a close friend, who immediately came over, but he didn't know about the lottery numbers. We had to hide the shoe in the refrigerator vegetable bin to keep it from being seen.

Don't ask me. It was just a dream.

A trip to Israel

We were visiting Israel. It was me, Dave, my brother and sister-in-law and nephew. We were looking at the shops and trying to figure out what we wanted to buy. It was dinnertime and the only place to eat was this dinner show, but we didn't have tickets. It was open seating and Dave kept walking around taking deviled eggs off of the tables to eat. We didn't even try getting falafels or anything like that. We also found out that Kirstie was pregnant again and I was worried about her having 2 so close together.

I'll need to call Kirstie and find out.....

Maternity

At first I was in a large auditorium. It was huge, but now I don't remember what I was doing there. What I do remember is bringing three presents to a maternity ward. I dropped off two of the presents and couldn't find anyone to give the third to, so I saw someone I knew sitting there, Suzanne (who in real life has as her youngest a 4 year old) and told gave her the present because I had meant to give it to her a month earlier, when her baby was born. Then I went to see my friend and someone came in who had to do a test on her. He wasn't from the hospital but we had been expecting him. It turned out that he was in imposter and he was doing something to mess with the girl I was seeing. We didn't find out it until it was too late.

Saturday Night - Old Friends and Bars

I was walking along a city street. Little One had no shoes on, as normal. We walked down some stairs and there were some good friends of mine waiting for me. Jeremy from Bloodview was there and greeted me with a big, nice to see you again, hug. Brent and Ed were there from Camp Wise. It was a bar. But it wasn't a normal bar. Instead, my table was laid out with jello and candy that was all orange. Unfortunately, I didn't get to eat any of it because I woke up.

I think this dream has something to do with my kids because, since they were born, orange has become one of my favorite colors, especially for them to wear, and gummies is my older son's favorite kind of candy.

A party, making out and H.H.

I was going to a small party. I had to buy four items to bring. I had to buy each item from either side of the street I was going to. I was in an amusement park ride, one of the round ones that goes up and down and I was sitting next to Dave but on the other side was a very cute guy. We were making out. I told him it was ok because Dave and I had an open relationship, but I had to make sure with him if I could do anything else. He said he didn't like to just kiss, but I didn't care.

Then I was sitting in a room and I was giving Hugh Hefner a backrub.

Ye Olden Days

I was a poor wench in the rennaissance days. I was just dumped by my boyfriend and kicked out of the house. I was young and naive. I had nowhere to go. I was eating dinner and someone approached me and sat down and ate with me. We didn't realize how expensive the meal was and people kept taking things from me. I didn't know how I was going to pay for the food.

OK - Now picture all of that above in very fine detail. The rustic tables, the shanty clothes. The smells and odors. The drab colors of the poor.

My Babies Are Growing Up

My baby is 14 months old and just got his first haircut. He looks like such a little man. Dave said that he sat very well (except by the ears, but I don't blame him for that). The man in the picture is Charlie B. He cut Dave's hair when he was a little boy and cut G's hair for his first haircut (when he was 8 months old) and a few times since then. I think Charlie still has a G's baby announcement up at his station.

Along the same lines - my baby is officially starting kindergarten on August 27. He's done at preschool forever and ever and just had his 5 year checkup.

Oh my sweet boys - how time flies. I love you both so much.