my dreams from last night:

i am attending a play with sither and mother. mother has bought tickets for sither and herself, but not for me. i am very angry that there are no tickets to be bought, � i have to wait outside until after the play starts to see if there are any empty seats.

i decide this is a perfect time to go to the bathroom, the ladies being located just to stage right. before the play they are announcing awards and recognizing people who have made the play possible and such a success� i listen through the walls of my stall.

they give out a few awards and then partake in a long description of the most important contributor � someone who has worked day in and out creating an interactive and informative web site about the play and its purpose.

after this long rant they call my name. the door of the bathroom opens, the door of the stall opens, and the whole crowd watches me rise up from the commode and come to claim my award, a $5,000 check.

i did not even have a chance to wash my hands (ew.)

how embarrassing!
(but i suppose a reason for me being so upset
that i did not have a ticket for the play�
because i put so much effort into it.)

the dream morphed to a scene where...

a few random friends and i are in an old abandoned house. there is a presence here with us, and we call it into form. the ghost turns out to be a female, around our age, and very pleasant to talk to. we all decide that she should come live with us.

and later the dream morphed again...

i am driving down a curvy, snow-covered road in the volvo station wagon, and for some reason have decided that it is a good idea to be doing this backwards because the car is rear wheel drive. i, of course, skid out of control and careen back and forth across the road. the car hits an embankment of snow and stops.

as i get out of bertha, i see a large tour bus sliding straight for the wagon, as the driver tries to swerve/steer the bus away and ends up flipping it onto its side...

and four tons of metal slide heavily toward my precious wagon. eep! i walk around to the front of the volvo and push/pull her on the slick-surfaced road to the other side, just in time.

more cars, trucks, eighteen-wheelers, trains, aircraft carriers, oil rigs, clowne cars etc. slide down the road toward my car and i push her to the left or right to avoid the vehicles. they do not hit the car.

interesting!

sounds like a video game. oh someday, when these dreams are published and turned into movies�fun!

side note:

wind, as in coil or wrap is spelled the same way as wind as in a breeze. i was going to say driving down a windy road but choose not to for sake of sound and meaning. how annoying. it is very similar to the problem that i have with tear as in cry and tear as in rip, not to mention steer and steer.

when i type them in to an explanation, i find that i have to over explain what i mean so the word is thought of in its correct form. then again, this can sometimes be fun.

*shrug*

by the way � i received an �A� in my database course� *pshew!* i really DID graduate! diploma here i come!