A Decree Went Forth

Last night in Dreamland, a decree was issued by Vice President Frank Underwood (guess who's watching "House of Cards"?), that ALL household pets were to be registered--every last dog, cat, and guinea pig. Not fish though. I guess he was searching for that perfect cat person for his next deed....
Sharpen your pencils. You've been notified.
Oh yes, and muffulettas only for breakfast.
That is all.

And Barack Obama!!

Last night, Dreamland took me to my parent's house, where I was helping them plan an anniversary party. We were going over the guest list, and when I got to the last name, my mom said, "And Barack Obama." I stopped, looked at her, and asked, "President Obama is coming to your anniversary party?" She just said, "Yes," and went on with the details. I sat there, dumbfounded, and repeated the question. "Yes, President Barack Obama," was all she would say. We talked about a convoluted game she wanted to play, which involved raffle tickets and naming creative websites, talked about how EVERYONE (and Barack Obama) had to put their cell phones in a big bowl. We went shopping for food, cleaned the house, and started raking the yard. Every time we talked about guests who had RSVPed, and those who had not, my mom's refrain was always, "...and Barack Obama...."
The day of the party arrived, the guests started coming in, and of course, I was still raking the yard. I watched as the guests dropped their cell phones in the bowl, and proceeded to play the game with ease.
     I looked up, and saw, through the window, my parents shaking hands and talking to....President Barack Obama!!! I started crying, and running around to everyone, saying, "Barack Obama! President Barack Obama is here!! Come on, let's go meet Barack Obama!" I ran into the house, and went to shake the hand of the president. I noticed he had on white glasses, and had yellow and green paint on his jaw, but oh my goodness, it WAS Barack Obama. I looked over at my mom, and said, "...and Barack Obama. Just a minute! I want to get my camera!"
I turned to grab my camera, and when I turned back around, Barack Obama was gone--the photo I got was my parents in the foreground, and through the curtains behind them, a blurry Barack Obama, running toward his black limousine.
Then, of course, I woke up. With, "and Barack Obama" echoing in my head....

Hungry

Last night, we went to the same restaurant two nights in a row, with the same people, even though the service was terrible. We were willing to be patient maybe because it was an Italian restaurant, and I LOVE Italian food? 
Anyway, Alayne had the right idea--the second night, she brought beer and chocolate-covered Shredded Wheat (with sprinkles) to "tide her over" until dinner.
Doc knows best!

The Material World

In Dreamland last night, I was hired to teach a Materials class at a local community college.  Materials is the area of my former husband, but I guess that qualified me as a instructor in that area.  One day, I was unable to teach, so Peter (who was younger in this dream--about 16) filled in for me.  He did a much better job than I, and the class was so taken with him that they went for a hike with him in a local park the next afternoon.  While waiting for my be-smitten class to return, I realized that, even though the end of the semester was less than 3 weeks away, I had given the class no assignments or tests!  I figured we should get back to class ASAP, to make up for lost time!  I couldn't find the class anywhere, even though I searched for them EVERYWHERE, including the houses of Mao Tse Tung and Khrushchev--who looked remarkably like the photos I've supplied. 

A New Clue Game

Last night, I dreamed my co-worker, Joanne, had murderous thoughts while working behind the Circulation Desk (we ALL have those thoughts while working behind that desk on a regular basis--usually about patrons).  I was called to give assistance when she came at another co-worker with a snowman paperweight!

So, for you Clue fans, it was Joanne, in the Library, with the paperweight.

Huge Wedding

Last night I dreamed there was a family wedding that was so large, 1) Even the dead were there, and 2) I forgot who was getting married!  There was food for breakfast, food for lunch, food for the pre-wedding, and we never got to the actual ceremony.  All my dead relatives were there---it was delightful to see them again.

Royal Concert

Last night, I returned to a place I spent many hours in as a youth--Vet's Auditorium.  I was with Erika and Jonny, and Prince William, Kate, and Prince Harry.  We were there for a concert which featured the royals' cousin, who was a wilder person than Prince Harry could ever be.  I think it was Erika and Jonny's job to keep him sober until the concert, but their best efforts were just not enough. 
Before the concert started, I had to drive to West Des Moines to pick up Peter, who was having a nice visit with Paul Newman.  But isn't Paul Newman dead?  They were having such a good time, especially compared to the difficulties Erika and Jonny were having with the royals.