An explosion

I dreamed I was taking a walk outside, behind a grain elevator or factory. I noticed that the chimney seemed like it was hotter and smokier than usual. Then suddenly it exploded into flame. I took off running to get as far away from it as I could, and to get home and tell Erick about it. As I was running, I realized my phone was in pocket and I should call 911. I reported the fire, and the dispatcher told me they already knew about it and were on the scene.

The next day I went back to work at Walmart, which happened to be right next door to the place that had burned. Amazingly, they had cleaned everything up so quickly that I couldn't even smell smoke in the air. It was empty, and they had workers pressure cleaning the walls.

At my job, my boss told me that today I'd be teaching kids how to write the alphabet. She also told me that my favorite Walmart employee would be my class, and did I know who that was? I said, "I don't know--there's a lot of people at Walmart that I like." She insisted I guess. I guessed Maryann, but it was actually Diandra. So I taught Diandra along with several preschoolers how to make a's.

Later on I found that I was a suspect in the fire, since I had been near the scene when it happened and didn't have an alibi.

Dreams of being a playwright

I dreamed last night that I was writing a mystery novel. The basic plot of my mystery novel is that I was an author writing a mystery novel, and that everytime I wrote about a crime, that crime would be committed. Someone was reading my book and committing all the crimes in it. My book was so exciting, I decided to turn it into a play. By surfing the Internet, I found that Ryan's (the restaurant) sponsored plays and would allow budding playwrights such as myself to use their building for performances. I was very excited about that possibility, and I went to my mom and dad's house to hunt for costumes to use in my play. Most of them were stored in my old bedroom, which was Robyn's room now. As I gathered up costumes (richly embroidered robes, dresses, crowns, etc.) into bundles, I heard this soft warbling sound. I stopped to listen, and the sound stopped. I hauled out my load of costumes and then tiptoed softly back into the room to listen. Nothing. I remained quiet for several minutes, and then the sound started back up again. It was coming from behind Sarah's air conditioner. I carefully scooted the air conditioner out of the window, and two very tiny yellow birds covered with soot flew out. I caught them gently, cupped in my hand, and brought them down to show the rest of my family. My son, Jay, thought they were baby chicks, and then we all were confused for awhile about whether chicks were a generic term for baby birds, or only for baby chickens. I do remember saying that I thought baby chicks were a lot cuter than chickens. These birds could fly, though, so I was pretty sure they were not baby chickens. They were extrememly dirty, though, but we gave them to my dad to take care of. He was going to clean them up and do some research before he released them back into the wild. He was a little concerned that they would get caught in the broadband, since they were so small.

Labor Day

Lately I have only remembered bits and pieces of my dreams. Last night I remembered more of my dreams than usual. I dreamed we were at my mom and dad's house for Labor Day and that Erick and I were getting ready to go on our little getaway. Only we never really had decided what we were going to do or where we were going to go. We were trying to figure it out, but my mom kept giving us jobs to do. They were having a fund raiser for their church, and she needed me to make signs for it. At first she wanted to borrow the letters for our church sign, but we have so many in use already at our church right now we didn't have enough. So I used posters and markers. We needed one that said "Garage Sale" and one that said "Bake Sale," and some that said "Donations Accepted." There were more than that, but I can't remember them all. She wanted Erick to do work on the barn, too--put a roof on, or something. I really can't remember more than that.

Visiting the Penners

I dreamed last night that we went to visit the Penners. We called them up and asked them if we could come visit, and then we left. It didn't take long to get to their neighborhood. We had instructions that we were to go to the end of Grinch Lane and then turn left. Grinch Lane was very long and was in the middle of some sort of national park. All of the houses were historical houses that had been turned into musuems. There were tourists everywhere. The road turned and twisted and even went straight through some of the houses. Finally we got to the end of the road and we could see the mountains. I knew we were getting close. I saw a column of chimney smoke in the distance and knew that had to be it. As we rounded the corner, I saw it...but I was sure that couldn't be it. My friend Lisa had told me they lived in a four-story barn. This was an old green boxcar with a couple of old toilets sitting out front. To my surprise, it was their house! We hugged the Penners, but Lisa could tell that I was confused. "I thought you lived in a four-story barn!" I said. "I do!" she replied. "See how tall it is? It's nearly as tall as four-stories." I said, "No, it's a one-story boxcar." We argued about it for quite a bit, but finally I just came to the conclusion that my friend was just delusional.

Church full of people

This is a reoccuring dream that I have, although it's not always quite the same. Every so often I dream that our church is full of people. Last night I dreamed that I was trying to play "Shout To the Lord" but I was really struggling with it. Some of the chords were chords that I had never heard of before, like P and Q. I finally gave up trying to play it. My voice was really weak, too, because since Donna and Danny left our church, I have to sing by myself and I was having a hard time singing loud enough to be heard. But as I started to sing I realized I wasn't singing by myself--I could hear other people singing with me. I looked up and realized there were people standing and worshiping God and singing, and more people were coming in. The whole church was praising God like never before, and it was packed full of people and no one even noticed that I couldn't sing or play.

Lost buttons

Last night I dreamed I was trying to help my mom work with Microsoft Publisher. She had created a text box, and it was not centered where she wanted it. I told her that she could use the arrange button to distribute it vertically and horizontally. I tried to help her find the arrange button, but I couldn't find it. I clicked on all the links on the toolbar, and it was still missing. So I started looking through drawers, trying to find the missing button. I found several pairs of earrings I had thought I had lost, but I still could not find the missing button. She kept trying to tell me it was okay, she thought the text box was fine where it was, but I didn't think it was okay at all. I never did find the arrange button, no matter how hard I looked.

A trip to the store.

Last night I dreamed that we were at a little store. I had found two super-soakers for $1.67 each, and I thought it would be nice to buy some for the kids. Erick (my husband) said that we couldn't afford to get them for all of the kids, so I decided to buy only two of them, for Rachel and Abby. I looked around to see if I could find anything cheaper for the rest, and I found some tiaras I decided to get for Joy and Sarah. Then I was trying to find something to get for Jay and Timothy. I found a stuffed animal, but it was storming really bad outside and I was having a hard time concentrating on finding something else. The store was swaying back and forth and the lights kept blinking on and off. The kids were at home and I was worried about them being home by themselves. Erick had left, and I went to look for him, leaving everything on the countertop. Eventually I learned that he had gone back to the store and had decided to buy a movie instead, about the founding of Clay City. We thought that sounded interesting, so we brought it home and watched it, only to discover it wasn't our Clay City--it was Clay City, Texas. We learned that Richard Riggs had founded it, and that his first wife had divorced him over it.

The purpose of this blog

I have another active blog I've been keeping, but I thought I'd try something new just for fun. I'd like to blog my dreams. I don't always remember what I dream, but oftentimes I do. I've always enjoyed dreaming--I find them entertaining. I don't know if anyone else will enjoy reading my dreams, but I'd like to write them out anyway just for the fun of it.

I will use the names of real people in my dreams, or at least I plan on it. I don't know if I will always post everything if I dream about something I wouldn't want everyone to read, but that doesn't happen too often so I don't foresee it being an issue at this time.

I hope you enjoy!