Pedata
01-16-2005, 09:02 PM
If I take a nap I usually have a dream. Here is today's-
I was driving in my van (and I don't actually drive anymore in real life) on a back highway. I had an old rotary phone with me and was talking to someone from the forum. They kept breaking up and I suddenly realized the call was long distance, so I said I had to go. Then I was in a city with four lane road. I kept almost slamming into cars that were stopped at lights. I realized I didn't need to be driving and tried to find a place to turn around and go back home, all the time almost slamming into peoples rear ends.
Finally I got turned around and went home. Someone I haven't been in contact with (on purpose) was there and kept telling me I had to either drink a rum and coke or go do a great big job for them. They kept insisting. Then they were gone and a bunch of my family and friends were in my home. They were all eating corn flakes with milk out of gigantic bowls. It looked good. Then I was told that the government had been studying one of my family and had decided that he was the ideal person to send to the war because he was the only person who could fool bin laden. Um, the family member is a bad alcoholic (in real life). I wanted a bowl of cornflakes but could only find this wierd porcilan container that had feet. I pour my cornflakes into the container and noticed some metal particles in it. Then I found a poem on the container that said something about how mothers love you but they're not going to help with metal stuff in your food. I was just getting the milk when I woke up.
How funny, my husband just read this and told me I needed more iron in my diet.
Opinions anyone? Or is this way too long to read?
Perplexed,
Pedata
I was driving in my van (and I don't actually drive anymore in real life) on a back highway. I had an old rotary phone with me and was talking to someone from the forum. They kept breaking up and I suddenly realized the call was long distance, so I said I had to go. Then I was in a city with four lane road. I kept almost slamming into cars that were stopped at lights. I realized I didn't need to be driving and tried to find a place to turn around and go back home, all the time almost slamming into peoples rear ends.
Finally I got turned around and went home. Someone I haven't been in contact with (on purpose) was there and kept telling me I had to either drink a rum and coke or go do a great big job for them. They kept insisting. Then they were gone and a bunch of my family and friends were in my home. They were all eating corn flakes with milk out of gigantic bowls. It looked good. Then I was told that the government had been studying one of my family and had decided that he was the ideal person to send to the war because he was the only person who could fool bin laden. Um, the family member is a bad alcoholic (in real life). I wanted a bowl of cornflakes but could only find this wierd porcilan container that had feet. I pour my cornflakes into the container and noticed some metal particles in it. Then I found a poem on the container that said something about how mothers love you but they're not going to help with metal stuff in your food. I was just getting the milk when I woke up.
How funny, my husband just read this and told me I needed more iron in my diet.
Opinions anyone? Or is this way too long to read?
Perplexed,
Pedata