Dreamweaver

My older son came down for breakfast yesterday and silently started eating his cereal.  I had my somewhat comatose back to him making his sandwich for lunch when he suddenly cried out "OH, THANK GOD!"  After peeling myself off the ceiling, I asked him what in the hay he was shouting about.

He says, "It was just a DREAM."  "I had the worst dream about my homework.  It was really, really hard, but the worst part was they made us write it all on LEAVES."

I decided not to tell him about the naked-in-school-with-all-the-doors-locked-bell-about-to-ring dreams he has in store for him.  That would just be mean.

Marry for funny, not money

I'm so glad that after 16 years of being together, my husband and I can still make each other laugh to the tears streaming down our faces point.  I was telling him about my nose hair issue last night (which of course he found HILARIOUS, like the time I ate an oyster that tasted like cow poop, but didn't realize it tasted like poop until after I swallowed it).

So this morning he told me that after our bedtime conversation he had crazy nose hair dreams, kind of like the teeth dreams where they are all crumbling in your mouth no matter what you do, but in this case he had feathers growing out of his nose.  He would pull them out and they would just keep growing and growing.

About fifteen minutes later I'm getting ready to leave the house and he walks into the living room with a feather sticking out of his nose.

As we've all witnessed in the past months, wealth can ebb and flow.  It's important to have someone there who can always make you laugh.  I love you man.

Dreaming

I'm pretty sure the dream I had last night is about as far away from the inspiration behind the Blondie song that you can get.  This is so sad, I can't believe I'm sharing it, but that's never stopped me before right?

The dream was pretty simple.  Someone (presumably my husband) got me a new car.  It was nice.  In my dream it was some sort of sleek touring Euro Sedan (Audi-ish).  I remember the interior, black leather, dark woods.  Nice thick leather steering wheel.  I was driving it around a corner, hugging the road just like in the commercials.

Here's where the tragic part comes in.  My overwhelming emotion in this dream?  SADNESS.  All I was thinking was WHERE'S MY MINIVAN?  This car only has four, maybe five seats!  And I have to physically open the doors, they don't "greet" me with open arms at the touch of a button.  In the dream I was so torn between wanting to be grateful for the gift and hightailing it back to the house to confirm that the minivan was truly gone forever.

Thankfully when I woke up, all was well in the world and my beloved Blue was still waiting for me in the driveway ready for more adventures in Suburbia.  So here's a little dedication to Blue:

I sit by and watch the river flow.

I sit by and watch the traffic go.

Imagine something of your very own; something you can have and hold.

I'd build a road in gold just to have some dreaming.

Dreaming is free.