So, this morning's dream had to do with Gundam Wing.

And the pilots were about three inches tall. How do I know that?

I had to find them clothes.

That's all I remember. Really.

But... come on!

Weird. Really.

I went to India for somesort of... something, and dh met me at the airport. Only he looked a lot like Toby Keith (and there was something about a truck, and getting lost...).

So We go to this... whatever it is, and hagar_972 spent the whole night dancing with Choi Siwon....

And I could not figure out why an Israeli citizen would be dancing with a member of a Korean boyband at some function in India - but at least my mind picked one who could actually talk to her, as he speaks English....

I haven't had a dream like that in years.

This is taking longer than I thought - in part because I'm actually acting (sort of) like a mom. I'm trying to help Shana a little - I'm no good at watching children, so I'm helping, at least a little, with dinner.

I still feel like I'm not getting much done. Although I do think this being away from the computer is a good thing - too bad it doesn't last longer.

I had a horrible dream-like thing last night. I dreamed about Elyssa, trying to do a handstand, and breaking her neck. It was a little disturbing. Well, a lot disturbing.

Nothing like MLK's, of course, but I had one anyway.

It went something like this:
( dreams are weird, and I wasn't near worried enough )

Just... weird.

It was a very bizarre dream.

A friend from my Nano writing group asked, on the freecycle group I've joined, for an alto sax.

I don't have one. I do, however, have a tenor, and I haven't played it in years. Since before I left Vancouver, in fact. And I dreamed that I offered it to her. I don't think she actually took it, since it was too big for her son (doubtful) or something, but it certainly made me think.

Maybe I should clean it up and give it away. I doubt I'll ever play it again.

I have the feeling part of it was because of how cold it was, and possibly because Maggie woke me up at some time and asked me to come in and sleep by her.

So... what I remember is walking down a snowy hill - because it would be fun? because we'd run out of gas? i don't know - at night with Maggie. We're talking a steep hill, like Floyd's hill - a long one, on a freeway. At the bottom, there's a gas station, but the store thing is closed, and I find out that Maggie's feet are BARE - I didnt' know this - and there's no way to contact anyone....

It was so bizarre!

And scary. I was so worried.

I had the most bizarre dream last night.

I was at an Annual show (Westernaires), and they had so few people signed up for the Alumni ride that I decided I would go ahead. Right before the ride. Problem? I need a horse.

And no! I cannot ride bareback, not at those speeds. Not with my muscles all weak from not having ridden in two years.

It was just so... strange. Seriously. So many things came into that dream, like my friendship with Linette, the horse wrangler while I was there, and the fact that the sign up table was in the wrong place and way HUGE, and the fact that I was in the chuck wagon for the Calvary ride, and we left the cannon behind because it somehow got unhooked from the horses pulling it... so we had to go back in and run out again....

So, so very bizarre.

I had an interesting dream last night; I don’t remember much, now, but I was touring (with some weird guy) different sized cars. The last (“and here’s a large one!”) was large – obviously – with a freshman girl in it. Maybe Sophomore, as she was driving. We talked a little; she said she wanted to go to London when she’d graduated, and then we talked about Golden High School. She went in, to go to class, and then I went to find a ride home.

Bizarre.

It wasn’t the only thing I dreamed, but that’s the one that stuck with me.

In church, I sat in the right place – purely by accident. We sang “How Great the Wisdom and the Love” for the Sacrament song, and… I was so in the right place! Behind me sat a couple of men with the most beautiful bass voices; next to me, Scott, singing tenor; the woman with one of the men behind me sang soprano, and I sang alto. I felt like I sat in the middle of the ward choir – for at least a verse. It was just amazing.

( I want this song )

I forgot to mention – as soon as the above musical number started, Elyssa picked up her program and started singing. It was so cute!

The afternoon was less… wonderful. I had a headache sometime after lunch, and so I came in to lie down. Scott needed to do something, so he brought Taran in, and that was the end of my peace. So I went in to watch TV – found a good movie, although at this point I couldn't tell you want it was – and relaxed as much as I could.

They were playing games – Phase 10 – which I would have joined in, only I had this huge headache and Taran, so I ignored it. After a while, I went to get some Advil (I had three) and then kept going in to get something to eat. I started an orange – as that was all that looked good – and almost immediately threw it up.

I have to admit, however, that I felt much better after that, and went on to have two rolls with butter (three Tums, first), a couple of cups of popcorn, and a bowl of ice cream with chocolate sauce.

I finally went to bed after Jeff took my watch at making sure the girls got to sleep (four of them – Maggie, Elyssa, Ashton, and KyLee), and slept very well.

This house makes me nervous. I keep thinking I hear people downstairs. With luck (I can't believe I'm actually saying this), it's just the mice downstairs moving around. Or the house settling. Whatever it is, it's very scary. I'm pretty sure random people aren't getting in....

Crap. That was loud. I hope it was a mouse.

I'm seriously tempted to borrow a cat a friend of ours has - it's a mouser.

I'm pretty sure I'm just scaring myself - at least, I really hope so. The alternative is just too creepy to contemplate.

One thing about getting up this early - aside from the creep-out factor - is that I can get caught up on all the things I haven't been doing that I should (the reason I'm up this early is that Taran was hungry, and I couldn't go back to sleep after he'd eaten).

For instance: So far this morning, I have read 9 chapters of Das Buch Mormon, written letters to Elyssa and Taran, and am about to work on finishing 2 Corinthians so I can read Romans. I'm nearly two weeks behind on the former, and almost a week on the later. I have had 14 overdue tasks on my to-do list on my Palm - it's so nice to watch that number (finally) shrink! I suppose I could turn the tv on (or a movie - finish Van Helsing, perhaps?) and finish my crochet projects, or at least work on them, but I need to get my reading done, too, and... yeah. I'll probably do that - requires less sound, so it's less likely the kids will wake up.

I think I dreamed that asongforcrows came back online last night. How strange.

I can't even begin to tell you how overwhelmed I feel. I don't know why I should feel that, now, but I do, and I'm just so.... Well, paralized. As though starting something that I need to get done will merely make it worse. It's weird.

I woke up with a very bizarre dream. It was soemthing like Tremors (very fun movie), only it was vampires (maybe werewolves?) we were trying to avoid. I was lying in a tunnel with Scott, trying to get comfortable (and warm), and just as we did, he tapped my shoulder and we had to get off the dirt and onto a rock.

It turned out to be the entrance to a cave, and darn it if it didn't light up, and there were people working (which, now that i think of it, looked something like Dracula's brides in Van Helsing), and a cartoon-like black dog slipped up the wall and around and then down. And then stood with it's front paws on my lap, and was a very pretty white non-cartoon dog.

Then things got weird, something about barretts and Scott being a dog too, although I'm not sure if she didn't change him, somehow, to make a point, and....

Weird. Just very, very weird.

One last image: fog shrouded moor, people in dark clothing (two of them). Stepping from stone to ice patch to stone, looking perfectly normal, as if this were the only way to move.

Weird.

Today is my anniversary.

Scott, being the perfect husband he is, bought me an Alphasmart - and I am so excited to use it! I've already found out I can't beam from my palm to this; I haven't tried the other way, and I'm wondering if it's a formatting problem or what. Still - very, very excited!

Now, I"m going to clean the living room, get the kids ready for school / day, and then go and find the stuff I want to get for him.

And, of course, talk to my mother about babysitting this afternoon. ;)

Oh, I am EXCITED about this. Very excited about this!

Once I get this all set up, the time I spend on the computer will be so... lessened, because I can keep my journal on here, and then just transfer it onto my LJ. And that will make it more immediate, too, because I want to remember so many things that I keep forgetting because I'm not at the computer at the time. I want to make this "journal" file permanent, and only work out of the last 7 (I have 8 possible files on it!), so we'll see.

Maybe, one day, I'll just figure out how much stuff I can store on this thing!

Oh, and I dreamed I found my ipod last night. Now, if I could just remember WHERE I found it....

I'm in the middle of writing a talk - but I remembered that I wanted to write this down, so I'm doing it now to get rid of distractions.

I had a weird dream this morning. It's the first I've remembered in a long time - the last one was about chasing a UFO on a truck in my car and I woke up with my heart pounding. It was bizarre.

This one was no less bizarre.

I was in a hotel, and I think we were going to church there, or something, because I had to step over people to get around these rooms. I finally found an empty one, got the girls to sleep (no Taran), and then looked around and realized that this room was already occupied. So, checking the room number (1750), I went to the front desk (which was on my floor) and asked what our room number was, asking for Scott and spelling out Andersen.

Our room was 1770.

I turned around, and didn't recognize the hallway I'd been standing in a few minutes ago.

What was worse? I couldn't find 1750 again. The hallway had been normal for a fairly nice hotel with an atrium in the middle (all the way to the roof), but the other side of the hallway was suddenly filled with stairs, doors at the top there. Some of them were clusters, like offices around a reception area.

When I woke up, I still hadn't found 1750 or my children, and in the dream, I was beginning to panic. It was... bizarre.

Okay. Back to the talk.