Going to Church

In Dreamland, my church still has recognizable membership, but the building is VERY DIFFERENT!
This morning in Dreamland, I entered through the stable doors, to check on the racehorses. My friend Chelsea was selecting a kitten from among the four in the litter birthed by the barn cat. She chose a calico one; I left before I could find out the name--I was afraid I would be late for church.
Being late was a big fear for me--I kept checking my watch, to make sure I would not be late for work after church. Then I would ask myself, "Do I go to work after church today??!" This scenario played on a loop through this whole dream, and I never figured out whether I was due at work later in the day.
But no worries! I could still eat while at church, because they were serving up corn dogs, hot dogs, and french fries from the industrial-size popcorn popper in the lobby. I tried to get in line, but before I could be served, the church service started--with Jason R singing, joined by a chorus of others. Even the horses quieted down for that...

I've Gone Pro

In Dreamland, I've been recruited to perform with a professional Unicycle Team. I've achieved this despite the fact that I've never been on a unicycle!
Book your tickets now for Russia, for that's where we--the US Professional Unicycle Team--is headed next.

Famous Fairies

Last night, I was busy compiling a list of famous fairies who had provided assistance to me in the past month (come on, you know YOU too call on fairies for assistance on a regular basis!). I added the list to Wikipedia, and imagine my shock (!) when I woke up this morning, fired up the Internets, and there it was, for everyone to enjoy. 

For some reason, Mimi the Fairy
(pictured--I Googled her, and she actually came up in "Images"! Dreams are so weird sometimes!) did not make the list. I was told that would happen.....

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.