Jail and a Bus Ride

I was arrested for something. I was sitting in jail and this guy wrote a check and he ended up writing it on my account. It wasn't a traditional jail. I wasn't behind bars, but I was definitely in trouble. I kept saying that I was "hoodwinked," and "taken for." One of the "guards" took me to a hearing and as I was walking there I had to walk through a room filled with school-aged children. G was there but I wasn't allowed to say hi or hug him or anything. I tried to make myself so he wouldn't see me and get upset. I was balling at the notion of not being able to hug him.

Then I was on a bus. I asked the gentlemen next to me for $.17 for the bus ride. It felt like it was in the "olden times" where everything cost dramatically less. He didn't have the money so I took out my change purse and gave him $.20. He then gave me $.14 cents back and we laughed a bit. I was thankful and kissed him on the cheek. He looked at me and said "Do you know who I am?" At that point I surmised he was a pastor. I said that I didn't care. And then Little One woke me up. I wanted to go back to that point, but couldn't

Map Dot Fingerprint Dystrophy - Stromal Puncture

So I know I haven't been blogging lately. I have been dreaming, but I haven't really felt like blogging any of them. I had previously blogged that I had hope because I found a great doctor. Well, last week I found out she's moving to Iowa. Talk about disappointment. As of that date I hadn't had an erosion (except one very early in January with a pain level of 3 so nothing really to talk about) and hadn't been able to have my surgery (stromal puncture). I didn't know what I was going to do. And then, Sunday morning, I had one of my worst erosions to date. Serious pain (level 9 for me). I called the answering service and the on-call doctor just said to wait until Monday. Monday morning I made the appointment. Barring some major stress dealing with the insurance company - and I mean major - the stromal puncture went well. I still have some pain today and blurry vision. The aftertaste of my medicinal eyedrops is disgusting. I'm hoping this is the beginning of the end.

And now, I literally know the meaning of "Swear to G-d, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye."

A Quick Trip

We were driving back from vacation. We were in the hotel and I ordered Dave 2 new pairs of underwear from the t.v. He had gone up a size, to a 7. We didn't check the room like we normally did - we just left very quickly. Dave did all the driving and it went superfast. We stopped in the middle of the trip for a graduation party that my mom and step-mom threw for me. They had used the games from a cousin's graduation party and it was a ton of fun - I was surprised. Then we were home. I told Dave I hadn't even realized he had driven the whole way home and that it was so much faster then when we drove down.

A Trip Out West (Saturday's Dream)

I went to Seattle or San Francisco to visit my friend Teresa (who doesn't live on the west coast). She picked me up from the airport and told me she had a great apartment. The only problem with it was that she had to drive on the busiest freeway when she drove and that she hated that. We parked in her apartment parking lot and walked through a door and went into her apartment. It was a dorm-style room. She was living with 10 other people and the beds were all lined up next to each other. The "guest" bed was across from where she slept and it was about as wide as one person. Everyone had their recumbant bicycles in front of their bed (no one ever used their car). I had to use the restroom and I had to walk out of her apartment and down a hallway to a room where the door didn't go all the way to the floor or ceiling and the toilet faced the hallway - it was almost embarrassing to use. When I got back to the apartment I noticed a bathroom in the back, but I was told I couldn't use it because it was for residents only. Teresa was going to take me out on the town but she wasn't sure if I could handle the bicycle and she said she didn't have a car.

The dream changes to a voyage along a jungle river where natives are trying to sell me "tourist" items like exotic foods and fruits but I knew they were trying to oversell them and charge too much. It turned out I was just in a parking garage and not in a remote location.

Volleyball and Long Jump

I was a champion volleyball player. We had a spiking contest and I was doing really well except that I wasn't playing on a gym floor - it changed to sand volleyball and you couldn't jump the same in sand as on a hard floor. Then I was going to participate in a long jump contest where you used a pole to get a longer jump. There were judges there and everyone knew I was going to win.

The Past

I had just met a girl online that I instantly connected with for a friendship. She had the same things going on in her life that I had in mine. We lived in the same area and we decided to meet at a bar for lunch. Not a dive bar and not a high class bar, but a restaurant that also had a bar in it. I went to the bar and started running into all these people I used to know. I had to do some double-takes to make sure I recognized some of the people but everyone was there with open arms and warm greetings. My friend Austin, from LA, was there and he handed me a bunch of envelopes and some stamps, then he left. I opened one of the envelopes and it proposed marriage to me and that I was supposed to write my answer on an envelope and mail them all. I sat there, flabbergasted. I started to write "This is the most romantic thing that you can do, but I am already married and I have a family." I kind of kept replaying it in my head because I never finished my thought in the dream. Then I ran into another old friend and he dissed me completely - he wouldn't even talk to me - it was D.A. from high school. He said that I wasn't the person he thought I was - I was fat and ugly. Then I looked in a mirror and I had this really weird "bowl" type haircut, I was even shorter then I really am and weighed even more. Last but not least I ran into another guy, whose name I don't know, and put my arm around him and hesitently asked him if he wanted to have dinner later. He blatantly said "NO." I asked why and he said I knew. Typical conversation. Of course I said I didn't know and he said that he had already asked me out but that I didn't want to go hang out and eat dinner where you can drink and here I was in an establishment where you could do just that. I think we worked it out.

Cutting My Hair

So I've been thinking a lot about cutting my hair. I really want to. I thA ink I'm going to talk to my salon about doing a before/after session to see if I can get it cut for free - and donate the hair to Locks of Love - I hope it's long enough. But I'm in San Diego and I've been talking to my friend about cutting my hair. So last night I dreamt - I was at an event and one part of the event was all these stylists cutting hair and donating the money to a specific cause. (Don't ask me what the cause was.) A friend had just gotten his hair cut and it looked really good so I decided to do it, even though it was expensive. I stood in line and the girl I didn't know if I was supposed to go to Girl A or Girl B to go to and the one I went to said she only had one hour because she had to leave but she was spending the entire time talking to her mom about her mom's problem - the reason she had to leave early and then my friend that just got the good hair cut walked up and said that I couldn't see that girl and took me to someone else. That's when I woke up.