Saturday Night - Mansions and Electric Shock

I don't remember all of the dream, but here's what I wrote when I woke up:

I was at a mansion in the middle of nowhere. I was in a bathtub and this guy wanted to have sex but I didn't want to see him, ever, so I left the curtain over his face. As soon as we were done I turned around and pretended to go to sleep. Everyone was at a pool. The pool created electric shocks. I saw the pool from a helicopter angle, looking down from above, and it looked like a big water tanker on an island. People were putting in different body parts to see what would happen - hair, elbow, foot, etc. One guy didn't realize that the water created electric shock and before anyone could stop him he pushed his brother in. Then I saw someone standing in the front of a bunch of people, she had various colors of purple hair. She was singing "My Bonnie Lies Over The Ocean" as she was acting it out at the same time.

I woke up with that song stuck in my head.

Friday Night's Dream - Pancakes

Friday night I dreamt of a 4x4 table, me Dave and the boys sitting around and plates of pancakes (both plain and blueberry) which were 1 foot in diameter. Then I had to dry my hair in the bathroom.

As a postscript - Saturday evening my Dad invited my family to a pancake breakfast on Sunday morning. Hmmm - Maybe my mind was telling me something. Of course, the pancakes didn't taste nearly as good on Sunday as they looked in my dream the night before.

Wal-Mart and Gangsters

I was in a house and some gangsters were extorting from me and my husband. On the outside of the house, or was it the inside, there were stairs, lots of stairs. One set of gangsters left and another came in. They wanted me to buy a gun for them. I worked at Wal-Mart. I bought them the gun and told them to get out. After I was walking back up the stairs the one gangster came to me and said he wanted to return it. We walked over to Wal-Mart, where I worked, and the line at the outside store return desk was hundreds of people deep so I told him to walk with me to the other store (which was 200 feet away) and go to the return desk there, where there were only a few people. As I was walking through the store I saw my brother, the one who lives in Florida, and my nephew. I almost walked past them and last minute decided I should go to them and say hello. I gave them both hugs and then saw my sister-in-law. Molly was there too. She was wearing spandex pants with shorts over top of them and rain boots, like the kind she wore at Jackie's. I remember thinking that the rainboots looked really cool. She was walking with no issues at all and the MS walk was all set for the weekend, so we were happy she was having no walking issues. I was waiting in line and I called to the ganger (who then turned into a female gangster). I kept telling her to get over to me so we could do the return. I thought we'd have problems because there are strict rules about returning guns but I kept thinking, well, they haven't even walked out of the store yet or opened the box so it shouldn't be an issue. It turned out that the gun I was returning was actually a digital camera.

Then I woke up.

Weird Sex Dream

I'm working for a weird reality show, kind of like JackA** and I'm just a helper. There's three guys and they are all hitting on these girls in an office building, but it's really like the back of a warehouse, except instead of boxes, etc, there's couches and stuff. We're there to interview a female star. It turns into an odd sort of orgy where the guys are hitting on all of the girls and the girls start hitting on all of the girls. They try to get me mixed into it as well, but I refuse. I felt unclean, as if I hadn't showered in days, and didn't want to take off my clothes. Then the guys have to defend themselves and their actions and they accuse me of partaking of this orgy. I have to defend myself and replay the events of the day. Once again, we were in a television station having to interview a star but instead I'm defending myself.

Canadian Dream - Part 2

Saturday night

I was at home and realized that I was missing my dog. I had a shi tsu and I couldn't remember where I had left him. This went on for 3 or 4 days when I realized that the dog was at my mom's house. I went to get them and it turned out that I had more then one dog. I had a second dog. It was mangy and a little lame. Then I realized that I had 4 dogs in all. My mom decided to keep two of them and I was taking the one original dog and the lame dog. I wanted to take all of the dogs to get washed because they were so mangy looking. I was going to go to the U-Wash dog place on Mayfield. All of a sudden I was in someone else's car with the dogs. The car was dark inside and someone who looked like Shia LeBeouf was driving. I don't know how I got into the car but he drove past the dog wash place and by the time we had realized it, it was 7:00 already and closed.

Canadian Dream - Part 1

Friday night

I was helping to renovate a house. It was a ranch house and it was like it was in the projects. It turned out it was Kirtstie's house. It was aluminum sided and the insides were complete shambles. Dingy, dirty, grimy. We only renovated the one room - the living room. We cleaned it and hung beautiful curtains, carpeted it, added gorgeous furniture. When the room was done it was beautiful. What we hadn't realized was that there was more to the house then just the one room. We had closed a door and hadn't realized we needed to open it to see the rest of the house.

Then I was invited over to Kirstie's. We had to travel over water to get to her house. We thought it was just for a personal visit but it turned out we were invited for a party. There were hundreds of people there. My mother-in-law had Gabriel and met us at the party but I don't know how she found the house because she didn't have an address or phone number, or even know what time to drop him off at.

Salt Water

So a few weeks ago I jabbed my toothbrush into my gums. It hurt. It hurt so much my stomach was getting queezy. I had a checkup at the dentist and I kept telling them to be careful. My dentist told me to rinse it with salt water. That it would heal faster that way. I dismissed it. It healed on its own.

Skip to the present. Four of my bosses have been sick and Dave is still getting over his bronchitis. My throat starts to hurt and I've got a weekend trip to Niagra Falls scheduled (SIDE NOTE: I will be offline for a few days, but I'll be back). Anyway, as I don't want to get sick for Niagra Falls (or anything, really, for that matter) - I try everything to keep it at bay. I'm taking Airborne religiously, trying to get my sleep, downing the grape juice. (A long time ago I was under the weather and at my Baubie's house. I drank, like, a whole container of grape juice and the next morning I woke up completely healthy - I swear by grape juice, even though I haven't used it at this length in a while). Then I think about my sore throat and I gargle with salter water. Now, to the point of this whole blog.

Every time I gargle with salter water I think of Jean, the Camp Wise nurse, or any other Camp Wise nurse for that matter. Any ailment would be cured with salt water. It didn't quite matter what the ailment was, but you better be feeling pretty awful to go to the nurse for the salt water treatment.

Now, it's working. Even if it is just slight or I'm just keeping it at bay for now. My throat doesn't feel like a mac truck tire. Now I think we've just got a Radio Flyer.