Friday, March 7, 2008
A Very Busy Night......
There was a lot that happened last night. I dreamt that a former student came to visit. We visited for a while and then it ended up with him driving me to the U of U campus. We were driving down the canyon. I was trying not to fall asleep. I realized that I felt very comfortable with him. Anyway, I asked him to drop me off at the daycare building, where my roommate worked. Then I realized he could just drop me off at home so I told him that. He looked at his watch and was a bit hesitant, which I understood as he was short on time. I told him he could just drop me off where we were and I could make it home. It wasn’t that far to my apartment and it would be ok. So, he pulled over to drop me off. He leaned over to say goodbye. I thought he might give me a hug, but then I realized he was going for a kiss. I put my cheek out for him to kiss, but he was insistent on the lips. I was quite surprised, but decided I didn’t mind. He didn’t say anything about the fact that he kissed me. He just said goodbye and left. When I got out of the car, I ran into a friend from my ward and I realized that I needed to talk to her about planning her baby shower. We sat and visited for a while. We suddenly were at her new house (they are planning on moving – in my dream they had). She gave me a magazine of clothes and shoes and was showing me things she liked. She told me I could take it so I could tell people what sort of things she would like to get for her shower. I was a bit surprised since it was a baby shower, but I didn’t ask her about it. I was now in another friend’s house visiting. I guess I stayed too long because they were trying to leave to go to a neighbor’s house for dinner. I was looking at some sort of crafts at their house and they finally just left me there. I then was in my apartment trying to make waffles. I was also trying to make scrambled eggs, but it was with a weird machine. I put the eggs in a cup and then a probe of some sort into the eggs. The probe would heat up and cook the eggs. As the eggs were cooking, I was mixing up the waffle batter in my mixer. Also, some of my roommates came home and started cooking their own things and cleaning up the kitchen. My roommate that was cleaning (someone from my freshman year) things kept moving the mixer and the things I was using. I would turn around to get something and when I came back the mixer would be gone. My roommate that was cooking (also from my freshman year) would use the same things I was using and then put them away. I was looking for the Pam cooking spray, which she had used and then put away (I had gotten it out and not used it yet). She did this with a number of things. There was one aerosol can that had grape juice in it (I thought that was weird, but kind of cool). At one point I was rinsing out a washcloth to wipe down the mixer and she walked in front of me and used the water and turned it off. I just stood there watching her. I finally asked her if she didn’t realize I was there because she turned the water off in the middle of my using it. She said she was sorry and moved on with what she was doing. I finally asked my roommates to leave things as they were and that I would clean up when I was done. I just wanted my waffles!!! Later I went somewhere and when I came back, I was walking in to the back of my apartment. We had a patio with patio furniture. Someone had traced in the dust things like “I’m going to kill you” and other things along those lines. I wasn’t too happy about that. I dusted everything off so the words could not be seen anymore. I wondered if maybe the previous tenants had done it (they had been kicked out – they didn’t leave voluntarily). I went inside and was getting to lock the doors when I realized my roommates had left Rocky and Bullwinkle outside. I wasn’t too happy about that. I was really worried that they may have taken off. Luckily they were running around outside near the apartment. I was able to get them. Then I woke up………………
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