Let's start at the very beginning: Amanda, Mom, Granny, Joy, Gail and Renee are my heroes tonight. That's all I have to say about that.
It snowed enough to cover the yard but not the roads and we had to go to work on time today. Although a snow day is always welcome I wasn't that disappointed since we'd been out of the office since last Tuesday and I had some catching up to do.
I was going to write about Lent today but instead I'm going to write about a couple of funny dream situations I've had recently. Because I know how much fun it is to hear about someone else's dreams.
Funny dream story No. 1: Last night I was dreaming that I was at a high school basketball game and the guy sitting beside me was being so annoying, trying to flirt by making fun of me, which is the main way most high school guys know how to act, which is why I've never been too fond of them. I got more and more irritated until finally I turned to the guy and said to him "Will you LEAVE me ALONE!" and then I punched him twice, which is odd since I've never punched anyone. Well, once, but that's another story.
Anyway, the funny part is that during that dream I really did hit Matt, hard, while asleep. I hit his shoulder but another few inches and it would have been his face and he probably would have reacted out of instinct ... it would have been fun to explain all the bruises. Instead we both woke up and I apologized and he was kind of flabbergasted but then we just fell back asleep.
Funny dream story No. 2: For a few days last week I had the nagging feeling that there was something I'd done that I could check off my 101-things list, but I could not think of what it was. I remembered thinking "Oh good, I can check this off my list" and I felt like it was something spontaneous, not planned, but that was all I could remember. And the times that it crossed my mind I was always driving or in bed or somewhere else besides in front of a computer where I could just read the list and be reminded.
Finally I realized: I'd dreamed of going to an amusement park, which is No. 36 on my list.
That reminds me. Have I ever written about the time in college when I dreamed a final exam was going to be held in a different classroom than where we regularly met? I woke up the morning of the exam (it must have been an 8 a.m. one, because there was no spare time to just get there early and check things out) "remembering" the professor reminding us not to show up at the usual spot, but I couldn't find any record of the new exam location in my notes.
It was a lecture course in which I didn't know anyone well, and I had to call one of the few people I at least knew how to get in touch with and basically say "Am I crazy?" and she basically said, "Uh, yes." That was embarrassing.
On that note, I'm off to bed.