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Dreamt last night that I had been in some sort of traumatizing car accident (that I walked away from unscathed) but involved a piece of the car hitting boxes of gunpowder stacked on the side of the road (of course, why not?) and exploding. I was visiting one of the other accident survivors, and hiding from her 3 siblings. They found me anyway - I pretended I had been sleeping - and then the 5 of us started loading up these boxes with junk around the house to take to the dump. While we were doing this, someone started trying to break into the house. I ran upstairs to call the police but the 911 operator lacked any sense of urgency, and time was kind of of the essence. It turned out that the 911 operators were having their Christmas party, complete with snow in the 40 degree office. The fire department got there in time to deter the would-be burglars, but I was convinced they'd be back. By this time in the dream, the almost burgled house I was in was my own, and after the imminent threat had subsided, I went out front and dad was there with his jumbo new car. Like, really jumbo - climb in with a ladder, seats 300 and has a tennis court inside of it. I climbed through a small opening and over all of these people in seats to find Jen. I talked to Michele H. for a minute, asking her how she was etc., but she kept answering a question I was asking (ie: "how are you?" "thanks! I think so too"). Around this point I started freaking out at the idea of all of these people trying to exit the car-theater through that same small opening and looked for another exit. I found a HUGE double-doored entrance, and figured that maybe that's what I should have been using anyway. I walked out and was at some beach level resort - a setting similar to the Beachcomber in Fiji but not as picturesque. I was there with some man (who I think was a combo of Dan S. and Tobias Funke, believe it or not) that apparently I was trying to convince that I REALLY DID want to marry him, even though I didn't. He kept telling me that Rich was trying to get my attention (literally, not figuratively) but I refused to turn around because I knew if I did, it'd be over. I followed guy 1 for a walk by the water but one of my shoes (white moccasins) came off and started floating away. I jumped in in my clothes and let the tide take me back and forth, figuring that my shoe was probably on the same trajectory. There were a ton of other people in the water, including some scuba divers, so I let them all know what I was looking for. The water was super murky and I was losing hope when my shoe actually found me - something kept hitting my foot and when I went to pull it off - waaalaa! From there I went to use the restroom and for whatever reason had to CLIMB over the corner table where a nice middle aged woman was drinking wine.

Two nights ago, I dreamt that I was with this baby who ate some sort of plastic and started throwing up. I grabbed her and carried her to the bathtub and held her while she puked (I know this sounds so gross but in my dream it was the only thing to be done for the poor thing). The baby was all kinds of wet and slippery and I was having a really hard time holding onto her and keeping her from hitting her head. During the struggle my phone fell out of my pocket and got all wet, so afterward, Jimmy took his apart so I could see what the inside looked like and let it dry out. Also in this dream I was looking for a Tupperware container big enough to fit all of my Twizzler Pull 'n Peels.

At some point this week I dreamt that I was at the beach and this gorgeous dog came bounding at me and I loved it so much I took it home. I arrived at my house the same time Bobby got there with the baby. Realizing later that someone probably really loved this dog, I posted all of these "FOUND" posters and waited for a call. It did come, but the person lived in Jersey and couldn't get there until the next day, so I set the dog up in the shed, like a dog house.