Thursday, April 30, 2009

I had the most terrible dream last night.

I was screaming and yelling at Emma.

Why am I screaming at Emma in my dream? It's just not right.

The things I said. Oh! They were awful.

I want to forget it all.

And it's actually mostly forgotten already. My dreams have a very short shelf-life, if I remember them at all.
But the bad feeling lingers. I hate that.


I'm sorry I dreamt a weird dream about you. You don't deserve it.


And then I had a dream I walked to Ree's ranch. (Katie was with me.)

I arrived uninvited. She was hosting a big luncheon. It wasn't at the lodge.

The kids were filming a movie in the pasture with a cowboy.

I helped in the kitchen, kind of.

Ree kept staring at me.

I went for a walk and got lost in a fancy hotel and couldn't get back.

Fortunately, I only scream at my loved ones in my dreams.

Weird. Weird. Weird.


Speaking of Lost!

Holy Moly Cow!!

It all makes sense now!

Farraday didn't know things at first because his mind was healing. I get it.

So now I think the Oceanic Six will blow up the island, killing themselves, but finding themselves on the airplane, landing safely and resuming their 2004 lives.

And if I am as right about that as I was about Farraday.... don't listen to a word I say ;o)


For Matthew

This is St. Christopher. He is the patron saint to travelers.
Here he is carrying baby Jesus across a river.

So sorry to hear about your run in with that dumb deer!
I am thankful you are safe.

May your insurance company pay up quickly.


And for those of you who want a little meme....

List the cars you have owned.
(I found a list of questions when I cleaned my drawers :o)

Encourage one another,


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