We said our good-byes; she wanted us to come with her, but Karen and I have a baby we just must see, so we had to say no...for now.
I got the biggest hug from Lizzo--don't tell the others, but she loves me best.
There was also something about my skin peeling, but that's a blog for another day.
LIZZO!!!!
My excitement increased when Murph told me their pub would have a 99% alcohol IPA that was fantastic. I couldn't wait to try it!
Our friends were so excited too, looking forward to Beer School in the pub, until...
...we found out this pub was to be a real pub in a real pub place....England!
Breaking news from Dreamland!!
DNA testing proves Mitt Romney is MY FATHER!!
Yes, at the age of 12, Mitt Romney had a one-night stand in Vegas with my mother.
Now, to get some of Daddy's money!
One, we are all interconnected. In Dreamland, Kat had married and was quite happy with Karen's ex-husband (yes, my Karen!). We socialized often, and one night they took us to a very special restaurant.
Two, we all flow in the same direction. The restaurant was three stories tall, which made the clearing of tables and other "material" (think bathrooms) from each floor to the sewer tricky. So, the owners of the restaurant were proud to show us their innovative system--a series of troughs and slides that sent everything from the uppermost floors to the basement. It was disgustingly brilliant.
To sum up: we are interconnected and we all flow the same way.
The end.
Last night in Dreamland, I was challenged...and failed...on many levels while vacationing in Australia.
We were vacationing with the families of pregnant Princess Diana,
and pregnant Gal Gadot.
Hey, it was MY dream. So yeah, weird, but you already knew my mind was like that!
Anyway, we were outside, it was warm, and the two women were giving endless interviews. They looked miserable, so I asked if I could help. I asked each one in turn if I could get them something to drink, and they both said, with relief, "Yes! Could you get me a glass of juice and a glass of [ ] <--no idea what they were asking for!
So I loaded my young son and his equally young friend in the car, and set off. I had no idea where there was a grocery store, and had no money, so we just drove straight down the road from the house we were staying at (which I thought was brilliant). My young son (about age 4) fortunately had his credit card with him, so we withdrew 100 Australian somethings (later to find out that was probably the equivalent of $500 but I digress).
There were NO grocery stores on this stretch of road, but we finally spotted a convenience store. I was only "going to be a minute", so I left the kids in the car and ran in. Oh yeah, I failed this motherhood test.
Fortunately the store was empty, so I begged the clerk to help me find that drink that pregnant women like. "OH!" she said, "You mean Gee! Pregnant women who can't drink alcohol love this stuff!" She took me to the section--there were about 15 flavors and 5 different varieties. I grabbed 3 or 4, grabbed some juice, and headed to the deserted check-out. Halfway through the checkout process, I remembered the kids in the car, and told the clerk I just wanted to grab some ice lollies too (figured Australia would be like England and call popsicles that). I ran over, grabbed the assorted pack, and when I got back to the checkout, it was of course jam-packed. I stood there waiting and waiting and waiting, then noticed the ice lollies in my hand were, while "assorted", all one color! I hoped they wouldn't melt while I waited (no thought to the kids in the car), knew I was failing pregnant Princess Diana and pregnant Gal Gadot, and was never so glad to wake up!
Even Karen, upon hearing the details of the dream, agreed I was a total failure in every respect in Australia.
So the title is not entirely...accurate....
Last night in Dreamland, I ran into Erika, who had just been to a huge party at the home of a wealthy person--it was packed [remember those good old days of packed parties?!]. She was telling me about a bedroom that...well...was packed full of adults having adult fun. Lots of adult fun!
But she said she noticed, when every one of the adults was gone, there was a LOT of "giraffe print underwear" left behind.
I know I am intrigued by what that might look like, and I know you are too, so here are some probable left-behind undies!
You're welcome....
That being said, last night's dream WAS a doozy!
I dreamed that Peter and Anna moved to Alaska. He went first, to get established at the university. He was living in rooms at graduate student housing, so nothing fancy. Good thing, because shortly after his arrival, he was attacked by a demon! He did what any sane person would do, and lured the demon to Indiana, so we all could help kill it. And we did!!
I decided to visit Peter in Alaska, but was taken aback by the holes in his door--left by demon slime. Wow, that was some acidy slime!
I woke up at that point, and thought, "I have to remember this one for my faithful readers!" Then I went back to sleep.
The second part of the dream exciting for a different reason. Erika decided she would join me in my visit with Peter. The first day there Erika was there, Peter had left for the university, and I thought Erika and I should do some sightseeing. But where were we??? I hadn't asked Peter the name of the city, and I think the university was called the University of Alaska, so that was no help. I wanted to do a whale watch, but didn't even know if we were close enough to the ocean to make that happen. Thank goodness Erika got out of the shower just then and could tell me where we were! [Nope, I don't remember where we were in Dreamland. Sorry, Marie!]
We were going to leave when people started trickling in to Peter's room to socialize. I didn't want to be rude, so made polite conversation with more and more people--about 10 in all. Then, one woman started into Peter's bathroom, to use the facilities. I stopped her, and said that she could use his bathroom--she could use her own. When she asked why, I reminded her that if you use a bathroom that is not yours, you could catch COVID or could transmit it that way. We kept socializing, and a second woman started to do the same thing, with the same results. At that moment, I came to my dream senses and said, "None of you have masks on!! Get out!"
And then I woke up, and thought, "That was a doozy of a dream!"
