Thursday, May 03, 2007

Dreams

Last night I remembered the first dream since John got ill. This is very strange for me because I can usually remember at least one dream a night. Anyway this is mostly for Becky. I tried to publish it one her comments but it didn't work. Here goes: We were at the hospital and John was hooked up to his I.V. He wanted to go somewhere so we decided that Grandma Newson could take his place. A nurse did the switch for us. A little hydration never hurt anybody after all! After that I decided to attend a wedding reception that Becky had set up. She had a house made out of crates of candy. You should have seen it! All those crates...all that candy....I know that sometimes she can go a little over the top but this toped them all. I tried to give a crate of candy to some little boy but got in trouble from his mother. She wouldn't let me give him any stuffed toy either (did I forget to mention the stuffed toys?) Anyway at this point I decided that I had better get back to see how Grandma Newson was doing with her hydration. I kind of got lost on the way back.I think that Brenda Andres got us mixed up when she went to return some jewlery at a store ( don't ask how Brenda got into the dream) Anyway we were trying to figure things out when we were accosted by a gang of people of a different race who were actually dressed in suits which kind of took us by surprized when they pulled ou their screwdrivers! I said "Brenda Ruunnn...." They caught her anyway (of course) she can't go very fast. They sure seemed to mean us harm but then they found out that we were from Canada.Then they decided to make us play on a game show instead. I still don't know where John went off to. I don't know who won the game show. I'm not entirely sure what the game even was except that it involved white boards and markers and that Brenda was just going to town with them. I think that she was afraid that if she didn't do well the screwdrivers would come out again. LOL Poor Grandma Newsons arm started to swell up at that point and I really needed to get back to fix that up because we let her hydrate a little too long! Oh Noooo......

12 comments:

Becky said...

LOL. It did publish Mom. But I like this one anyways. It's more detailed. If that's even possible.

Becky said...

Oh yeah, and I'm glad Chris's Coop is back in business... Shooting out eggs faster than... Oh for crying out loud. I can't think of anything fast. I'm telling you, it's rough being this stressed, all my similes are going to pots.

Becky said...

Man, I love that profile picture. Don't ever change it. It looks like you've just told me a story that you think is funny, and you are sitting there all happy with yourself just waiting for me to laugh.

Becky said...

Why does your time thingy say it's only 10:30? It's 11:30. I must have your settings messed up, I better go in there and put you into the right time zone.

Christine said...

Great idea Becky. You are the best and brightest of all of my children and all of us would wander aimlessly without you to guide and instruct us.

Becky said...

Oh, yesh yesh. Quite right.

Becky said...

See that? Now it says the right time. Hey Ben, Mommy's a genius right? What? No? What do you mean if Mommy was a genius she'd figure out how to put you to bed at a decent hour? What? No, Mommy hasn't lost it. Well, yes, I am having a conversation with myself on Gramma's blog but... Well, yes, I have been laughing at things that aren't really that funny but... Okay. Yes. Fine. I'm going.

Toad said...

lol.

Carol said...

I rarely remember my dreams unless they are the totally messed up ones. I won't go into them, or you will likely be calling people who carry those little white coats with arms that tie in the back.

Margaret said...

I haven't remembered a dream in months. The last dream I remember was last fall. We were pushing dad in an old fashioned baby carriage and decided to go to the beach. As we pushed him on the beach he kept getting shot in the backside by gooey ducks. He was holding Carlie's little dog Zoe and she was barking at him every time he got shot. Weird.

footsack said...

That is a wierd dream. I remember my dreams when I wake up from them but if I go back to sleep, I almost always forget them.
Glad to hear that John is home and pray for you guys still everyday. We haven't forgotten you.
Love you all.

John said...

Pretty old stuff here. I live with you and I come looking for something new. Think about all those people who live far away.