Next time, I want to win the lottery!

I dreamed that Lex had won the lottery - or something. He was filthy rich. So I managed to get my hands on $20,000 and spent it ALL on Zach and Megan (I bought her a wedding dress and vale - is it possible I still have bitter feelings about him not pitching in for her wedding?). Tons of stuff that they really wanted. Housewares for Zach (who is moving out on his own soon), clothing, decorations and fun stuff.

Then, I tried to hide it all so he wouldn't see it when he came over. He found some of it, and took it. He was so mad that I had taken his money (hey, he owes me about $15,000 - another $5000 for interest over 20 years is fair)! The kids were really disappointed. But there was some left.

Until we all went about our business - work and school. We got home and EVERYTHING was gone. Even the heater (reminds me of how he came over while I was at work right after I filed for divorce and took all of his stuff that he want, and much of mine)! Zach was freaking out.

It was just a dream.

The Good, The Bad, The Piano and the Spider.

My dreams really are becoming more typical. Not normal, because I don't know what that is.

The first dream I remember having was about bad guys and good guys. It started with a bad guy threatening to kill a couple of guys if they don't give them the money. I was one of the good guys, and I really wasn't willing to part with my money. It couldn't have been much, about $500 I guess (which is about how much I really have). It was in this big filing box that had tons and tons checks in it. We kept telling the guy that all the money was in the bank. He believed it and was about to leave. Then I saw a little corn of the money sticking down out of the box. I went over and pushed it back up. I didn't know if he saw it, but I had the feeling he'd be back when I wasn't there.

Then, I was this beautiful black woman, the wife of the guy I was, and I saw the guy coming back. I ran back to the apartment to save the wife of the other guy. I told her to hurry up and follow me, the bad guys were coming. I ran to the utility room on the ground level floor, and we slipped through an opening in the floor. It lead to a really dark tunnel (lit only for film purposes, but pitch black to us - like in LOTR when Frodo goes into the tunnels), but I knew the way out. I was holding the other girls hand and feeling along the walls of the tunnels for turns. At the last turn I was telling her to tell me when we got to the next turn. We went through it and waiting for us was the red cross. They were going to take us to the hospital in their red cross mobile. I kept telling them the bad guys were after us.

I don't know if they listened, I woke up.

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In the second dream I bought a new piano so Megan would feel guilty about taking hers with her. There was room for it and everything! It sounded so good, and I thought it would be fun to learn to play songs that Megan knows, but her piano is really out of tune. I hired a guy to come and tune it.

But, like any fantasy worth it's spit, I decided to get it on with the guy. Unfortunately, Lex showed up, and in my dream we were still married. He made such a fuss, and I was so mad. I grabbed a piano string and was going to beat him with it, but then I was all alone.

So I went to put the string on a nail in the wall, but there was a spider on the nail. So I went to find one a little farther in the doorway, and as soon as I got past the spider I turned and looked at it. All of a sudden it was about the size of a tennis ball. I decided I would jot past it back into the room, but I was being held back by spider webs. I made a mad dash to get past it, but it jumped on my back and bit me. It hurt. When I woke up, the muscles in my back were all in a spasm. I guess my body just wanted to get into the dream and make it that much more real for me.

Blog design vs Hollywood and Exercise

Interesting night of dreams. Redesigning my blogs has seeped into my dreams.

Hollywood movies and actors needed to be more honest and real in one dream. The dreams seemed to be happening on a blog background. It was weird. The more dishonest the movie and actor were, the more spotted and melty the blog background and header became. Take that hollywood!

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But it was another dream that had the full gamut of weirdness about it.

Megan and Zach were both trying to get involved in my colleges fitness program which was apparently run by the overzealous, body-building, personal trainer that I rode the bus with and her husband. But I didn't want them to use up all of my money, so I was trying to hide it from them.

At the same time, I was trying to make myself a very sweet mocha (I must miss JAVA) and Jumanji (my first dream of her since her death!) was eating one of the ingredients and threw it all up because it was too sweet and pink. I ended up getting some wheat crackers for her that Megan also wanted. So instead of getting my mocha, I was eating wheat crackers.

We got to the place and there was this dilapidated type of price is right board where you placed a sport device (golf clubs, tennis rackets, etc) in the appropriate hole. I put the golf club in one of them and they said you just have to go out and practice your swing.

Well, I was upset because I can do that without paying.

Then I was sitting in some waiting room for someone who would be setting up my exercise program. I was talking to the before mentioned body builder and her husband when my nose started running. No, not like that. I was pouring - kind of like a really bad nose bleed, but instead of blood it was the slimy mucus gunk. Someone handed me a huge handful of paper towels. I tried to wipe my nose on it, but it was no time at all before it was completely saturated. It was gross.

It was so gross that some of the people who were sitting in the room started leaving. I kept thinking should go to the bathroom to spare everyone, but I was too lazy.

But then, you know what happens at the end of all dreams. You wake up!

Learning and running red lights to bake cookies

I know I did have the usual three dreams last night. The first I don't remember at all. I couldn't even bring up any images of it when I woke up at midnight. The second one involved a long tall man who was teaching me something. That's all I remember about it. The third dream, I remember!

I was at school, and I saw people baking chocolate chip cookies, but they were really sad looking. I knew I could make some really good chocolate chip cookies (in a pizza pan, no less) so I was running as fast as I could to get to my oven! I passed some classmates who I really didn't know and chanted as I passed that I was off to make some cookies!

I kept running, but apparently not fast enough, because my brain put me in a car so I could get there faster. It didn't give me good timing, and I ran a red light that was just about to turn green. An old woman on the other side of the intersection was thinking of turning left, but I avoided her and got to my oven where my cookies were waiting for me.

I was flattening some of them out (not something I would actually do for chocolate chip cookies) and getting ready to put them in the oven when the girls I pass came up to me all mad yelling at me because I ran over that poor old woman's dog and didn't even stop!

"I didn't hit any dogs!" I assured them, but they would listen. So I went over after they had gone and my cookies were in the oven. There was a little cocker spaniel sitting there, not dead at all. I reached down to pick it up. It was a little sore on one side, and I wondered why the "sweet" little old woman had left it there.

Turns out, she had tossed the poor little thing out the window because it was barking in her face! Of course, those girls were long gone, so as far as they know, I hit a poor little old lady's dog and just kept going.

Of course, it was just a dream, but still! I want to find those girls tonight and tell them they needed to have a little less pre-judgement happening, and a little better deductive reasoning skills in place if they want to be in my dreams!