I had an odd dream the other night that was both hilarious and pretty frightening.
I was sitting with my husband (Heretic), and read in the newspaper that he had died. I was very confused, as he was sitting right there… I was trying to figure out if he was a ghost or if I had gone crazy. I remember saying in the dream “I guess if you’re a ghost, we’re going to have to rethink our position on things then, huh?”
Anyhow, for the philosophical part, I found that I was just crazy and was imagining he was there. I decided to stay insane, because nothing at all had changed at home except no one else could see him. I figured if things stayed the same and I was still happy, then there was no reason to get treated for my delusion… Talk about feeling like I was religious or something!!! 
I had a dream that my husband and I went on a 4 day vacation, but my sister was along… I told my husband that I didn’t really feel like we’d even had a vacation so I wanted to stay in a B & B in town for the night.
The B & B was full of people with disabilities. I didn’t want to be rude and say anything, since I work with people with disabilities, but I found this to not be very relaxing either…
Vic woke me up and said I had 30 minutes to get ready for the MNA Monthly meeting. I had to take a shower, so I ran into the bathroom and started the water. I slipped and tried to brace myself, but only caught the shower curtain and fell into the bathtub. The water was running straight into my mouth and nose and I was disoriented. No matter what I did, I couldn’t remove myself from the bathtub. Then Vic came running in and said he heard me gurgling and he pulled me out.
We were looking at houses, and one was just amazingly nasty. It had cats peeing everywhere, and a kitchen full of rotten, moldy food. The whole place reeked.
We finally decided on this amazing old tan and brown house with a beautiful turret. We knew it was going to take a lot of work, but we decided to go for it anyway. There were a lot of stairs up to the front door, and I thought this wasn’t going to be good for moving furniture, or growing older.
I was sitting on the steps, and my family was there helping clean the house and get it ready. While my family was there, I was talking to my mom on the phone, but the phone was a hair dryer.
Vic asked me if I’d like to go out to dinner for my birthday. I said yes, of course. We decided to make a pit stop by this seedy bar, it was supposed to be like The What’s Up Lounge in Mankato, but it was nothing like it. We were looking at pictures from a Neil Gaiman book and making out.
This couple from Minnesota Atheists came in and sat down. A little flamboyant gay guy was there, and his voice was really whiny. He said he wanted to run some Meet Ups for Minnesota Atheists, and we all told him to just go ahead and do it then. He got mad and left.
I saw one of the individuals I support with a staff I didn’t know. The staff said he was new and introduced himself, which I thought was odd since I hire the staff. I asked him if he knew the persons’ behavior support plan for events so that they could stay calm and happy. He didn’t, so I had to walk with them back to the house so he could read the plan and nothing bad would happen.
When I came back to the seedy bar, there was a long line to get in. There were people jammed on the stairs, and the people behind me were yelling at me to move. I said “I can’t right now, there are people in front of me!” but then I looked and no one was in front of me. I went in and everyone was in a line facing forward and they were trading off in sections walking fast and slow. I found Vic walking in the lines with people and told him I was back. Then I reminded him that we never did get to go out for dinner.
We were living in a big house by a gorgeous lake, but the lake was full of noisy snowmobiles, and the riders were, big surprise, awful jackasses. I saw about 20 trying to waterskip, which is probably from when I was younger, Siren/Webster WI has one of the largest waterskip events in all of hillbilly-dom… 12 machines went down in the water and Vic and I were laughing. I also noticed that we were waist deep in the lake at this point, which I remember thinking was really not a great idea since it is still so cold outside. A dirty blonde haired man came over and was going to punch Vic, until I pointed out that they were all stupid for trying to ride a snowmobile on water.
I started walking up the hill back toward the house, and then I was someone else, a middle aged lady who was a waitress in a diner. (When I’m someone else, I view my dreams like a movie, and I am aware that I am not a participant.) She had been in love with a man who was in an 80′s new wave band. She knew his real name was Paul Cocante, but she didn’t know where he was, or if he ever really loved her. She went into the house, which was now a hotel. Someone gave her a Hershey’s bar, and on the label was written “You really did date Paul Cocante. He still loves you.” She turned around, and this 80′s new wave dude was there, but he was a lot older, of course, and he was wearing a black leather jacket. She started crying, went to hug him, and then I woke up.
Last night’s dream was an angry zombie horde. MNA was coming after me because I disagreed with something… They said they were kicking me out of the group because I was taking an opposite stance.
Last night I had this awful dream.
I was looking for a dress for our wedding on some dress racks in a park. Someone said that I should put one on quickly because my wedding was starting. I put on a brown one, as I plan on a fall wedding and do not want to wear white. (I look gross in white, really washed out.)
So, I go to where the wedding is in the park, and instead of the small 5 person wedding we have planned, there are a ton of people there. I am looking around and I tell Vic “This isn’t what we planned on!” He just says “I know”. There is a flower girl and a ring bearer and they are wearing red and black. I don’t know who they are. There is a maid of honor and a best man, and I don’t know who they are. The only people I know there: one girl from Minnesota Atheists, and one old friend.
We start the ceremony, and a man I don’t know comes up to me and tells me that an employee is calling, because he can’t work tonight and he wants me to help him find cover. I ask if it could wait until after the wedding.
I look down, and Victor and I are wearing the same shoes, except his are untied. He ties his shoes, and everyone laughs. I laugh too, because he’s so cute.
The lady marrying us is this giant black woman. She pushes over a cherry blossom tree to prove that love can conquer all, and she tries to put it back up, but it’s not working that great. Then she invites people from the audience to come up and share their thoughts. I tell her that this is NOT what I want, but she won’t listen. There are a bunch of old men, and they start talking about god, and heaven, etc. I get very upset that my wedding is totally being ruined by religious talk. Then I wake up.
