Honey

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G took a teaspoon of honey. He poured it himself.

I was in an apartment and had to take a quick shower, but kept getting interrupted.

A funeral on a bus?

We were going to a funeral. We had to drive to pick some people up and get the kids changed. Everyone was wearing clothes like they were in the '70s. Little One chose a button down shirt with paisley's all over it. My boss, JB, was there too. We then had to go back to the house to pick some people up so they could follow us. Our neighbors had a funeral too. The hearse pulled into their garage to pick up the casket. I was getting the kids their medicine, when all of a sudden we were on a bus that started to move. I was getting mad at the bus driver, because I needed to put the medicine back in the fridge and the driver was leaving.

A Nighttime Drama

My dream last night was like an older teenage nighttime drama. There was a wealthy family and they were throwing a party. There was a guy who wanted to propose to a girl, but the girl had received a diamond ring, whom she was holding for a friend. Of course, the guy thought the girl was engaged to someone else. There was a "Marie Antoinette" style tree-lined street and instead of driving, the older teens (who were probably in their early 20s) were walking. There was miscommunication and drama. There was almost a fight. There were parents who didn't want any of what was going on to happen, but didn't actually do anything about it. There was the friend who was telling lies and the other friend who was trying to help. There was the girl who was then, instead, going to propose to the guy. There was the person from the "wrong side of the tracks" who didn't have as much money as everyone else.

The biggest image I remember from the dream is the hand with the huge rock on it.

An Audition and a Hotel

I was interviewing for a waitress position. I thought I'd have a leg up on the competition by carrying a tray in with me on one arm, like they would in a restaurant. I had to walk down a really long hallway and through a few doors. Then I was standing in line. It turned out that I was auditioning for a spot on an SNL type show. I was being heckled as I was standing in line. It turned out that there were four people with my last name (my maiden name) that worked on the show and one of them was named Ken - he was the lighting guy. As I was waiting my turn I kept thinking to myself that it's been ages since I've done improv comedy and didn't know what I would do. When it was my turn I had stood up for myself and the cast appreciated what I did. They said that they weren't giving me the job because of my last name. I was doing my first show and M.W. (the guy pictured above) was part of the cast. He had taken a liking to me. We both had blue and orange paint all over us because of a skit we had just performed and we were sitting backstage and came lip to lip without actually kissing. It turns out that we were an item. We were hanging out and he didn't care about the other women that wanted him. We had slowly started taking off our clothes when I kind of woke up and the dream got stuck.

Switch to a store. It was crowded. Dave and I were trying to buy chicken nuggets and cashews (though in retrospect in my dream I tried to figure out why I needed the cashews for nuggets because that's not how I cook them). It turns out that I had fried shrimp in my hand anyway. Dave walked to a different grocery store to find what we needed. I was trying to check out and had only half an eye on Little One. I knew he was close by. I walked away from the cashier to get him in the middle of paying. He was right in front of a moving shopping cart and instead of saying something I just held the cart in place and picked up Little One and showed him to the guy that almost ran him over. Then the cashier that I was dealing with had to now deal with the safe and she couldn't check out my order. They tried giving me change in Canadian money. They kept trying to give me more but I kept asking for American. Finally they gave me a $40 canadian gift card. The kids weren't with us anymore and Dave and I were far from home so we stopped at a hotel that was run by Target. It had 4 pools all in the shape of the bullseye. It wasn't finished yet but it was $120 a night and we couldn't afford that, even with the gift card. There were a lot of new people in the hotel and they were giving a tour of the place. Then I woke up.

Bloodview's new room

I was at Bloodview Haunted House. I was getting into makeup. There was a new room. It was a frozen pond, with open water in the middle. It was called "Hell Isn't Freezing Over". I hadn't been there in a while and hadn't walked through in a while, but I felt at home. I was doing gymnastics down three flights of open stairwell as if I knew where every nook and cranny was to put my feet and hands. I was getting the best scares and the room design was awesome. Lots of pop outs and lots of great dialogue came from it.

Working for Who?

I was told that I would be working for some people. We had a mission to go on and we had to look convincing, look the part. I think they were criminals. They kept wanting to put me in certain clothes, wear makeup and expensive, name-brand outfits. They kept coming back in to see if I was dressed because there was a deadline. We had to leave. I spilled drink or food on mine and I just kept not getting ready. I kept finding excuses. I didn't really want to go with these people and I didn't want to wear their clothes.

I was sitting at my computer and one of the guys, who was nice, was sitting next to me. He turned on his computer and I was looking over his shoulder. He was trying to click on an email and I told him not even to check it out. He pressed the wrong button and a virus popped up that basically killed his computer. There was nothing he could do to save it.

First let me say that I'm an idiot. Of course I didn't see the screen the way I was used to, I was on "edit html" instead of "compose". I need the idiot-proof "compose" layout. That's why I was only seeing code. Anyway, last night's dream:

I was empting file folders. Folder upon folder was getting emptied out.

Hmmm, can we say that there's been a weight lifted off my shoulders? Now, there are still weights up there and I'm still learning how to balance, but a small one has been taken off and the others are being chipped away .