Momma Snider

This time I was dreaming about some lip treatment I bought yesterday (90% off!) that is supposed to erase fine lines around the mouth and plump up the shriveled old lips.  In my dream, my niece Hollie noticed that I was wearing it because it had a blue tint to it.  Turned out blue lips was really a cool thing, so she was proud of me for wearing it.  She showed me her blue eyeliner that was worn inside the eye, and it made the whites of her eyes blue and transparent, so I was able to look into her eyes and see the retina and all the inner workings of her eye.

My feet have been hurting a lot lately, and have been swollen, and my left big toe, ToeToe hurts a lot.  Turns out it’s arthritis, but whatever.  Anyway, I couldn’t wear my black casual shoes all last week because I couldn’t even get my foot all the way in.  Today I found my boot socks stuffed way down in the toes of the shoes.  Double score!  Now I know where the socks are, and I’m wearing the shoes!

I haven’t had any fun dreams lately, though.  So sad.

4/24/08

I dreamed that a young lady that we knew (I don’t know who she was) was getting married.  They had a huge yard and house, an estate, actually, and they had an all-day event planned for the reception.  They had even hired a nanny team to watch the little kids.

Laura had given a talk in Primary, prepared it herself and everything, and I had not been there to hear it for some reason.  She was seven years old.  But she was willing to repeat the talk to me when I went to check on her in the nanny area at the reception.  And they gave all the kids presents at the end of the day, and hers was her very first chapter book.  Lindsay was there, too, and when Jeff went to check on her they told him that she had had a little seizure, but she was fine.  He was mad that they had not called him, and he ran upstairs to check on her, slamming the door behind him.

The bride was really excited to be getting married and everything, especially because they were building a big new house that was almost finished.  She was also excited about the bridesmaids’ dresses and everything else.  She was very sweet, not BrideZilla at all.  Her mom started talking to me like she knew me, but I couldn’t remember her at all, and I couldn’t even remember what their last name was.  She said she had lived in Murrieta years ago when we were all one ward, and her husband had been killed in a car accident, and somebody I knew had been her visiting teacher, but I still couldn’t place her at all. 

About an hour before the wedding was scheduled to start, they remembered that they had also ordered lunch for all the guests, so they brought out huge piles of eggrolls and cinammon rolls, hoping everyone would eat those before it was time for the dinner after the wedding.  Then the wedding happened, and afterwards I kept looking at the piles of food left over.  It’s all about food with me.  No wonder I can’t stop eating when I’m awake.

I think I will use this blog to keep track of my dreams.  I LOVE my dreams!  This way, if someone wants to read about them, they can, but even if not, at least I’ll have them in print so I can enjoy them again later.

Last night I hid some illegal immigrants in my cellar, which was really more like a crawl space.  It was really more like the Underground Railroad in seriousness, though, and I felt very humanitarian and compassionate.  But then the IRS audited us, and as they were questioning me, they kept asking how many people had been sleeping at my house in the past 10-20 years.  I didn’t know how to answer, what with having six kids who have come and gone over the years, but they kept at me, wanting me to give an exact number.  Finally I realized they were referring to the illegal immigrants.  Dave Bundy was talking to me, trying to get me to understand what a serious transgression this was, and I was trying to explain that I wasn’t so much aiding the cause of illegal immigration as just being compassionate to these people who were starving and had no place to sleep.  My biggest worry was how to explain that to Chris, my seriously conservative son.

I had a really great week, with five of my six kids here by this morning, and all three of my grandkids and the world’s best daughter-in-law. We all missed the one who couldn’t make it here, but the rest of us had a good time. It will be awfully quiet around here after everyone is gone again.

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