Momma Snider

I was riding my motorcycle, and I got all dirty, so I stopped by a former friend’s house to take a shower. The door was unlocked, so I just went down to the basement and showered, and when I came out of the bathroom, I dropped something that made noise. She heard me and came downstairs and told me I’d better not wake up her son, who was asleep in a portacrib right there. Naturally, he woke up right then, and I apologized profusely, but she wasn’t accepting it. So I kept trying to make conversation, and she kept being really snippy. Andy and PeeWee were running around, too, which in hindsight might explain her coldness, but at the time I didn’t get it. Then she finally made some comment about how my kitchen is so bland and undecorated. At first my feelings were hurt, but then as I turned around to leave, I got mad. I went back and unloaded all my hurt feelings from years past, how she has never respected me and how she always looked down on me because, bless my heart, I wasn’t a good housekeeper, with several examples. And then I grabbed PeeWee and Andy and got on my motorcycle. It was really fun, only I was almost out of gas, and I was afraid if I stopped I wouldn’t be able to get going again. I also realized I didn’t have my seatbelt on. Finally I had to stop, and I managed to get gas and then put on my seatbelt and my helmet, and settled PeeWee and Andy on the seat in front of me, and took off again.

Only then I realized I didn’t know where I was. I asked someone, and figured out I’d been going the wrong direction, which I understood when I looked in the sky and saw the sun in the wrong place. Once I got myself oriented, I saw the I-10 in the distance, and figured out which direction I needed to go. Only then I decided to stop by and apologize to the friend, which I did.

Now I want a motorcycle!

This dream was a fun one.  I dreamed that my mom had found some old photos, and there were kids in them that we didn’t recognize, but one of them looked exactly like my granddaughter, Lindsay.  Since it was a dream, I was able to go back in time to the day the picture was taken to see who it was.  It was a friend of Jeff’s and Beth’s, but then the dream veered off.  My favorite part after that was finding a farm that had cartoon sheep.  I really wanted to get one of them to put on my front porch with the lion statue that I hope to get soon.

This morning I was dreaming that I was trying to pack for a trip to Utah, but there were going to be six of us in the car, including Lindsay and Logan in their carseats, and also Chris and some guy who just needed a ride.  Most of the dream was just incidental stuff, but my hair had fallen out in big patches, and I was kind of embarrassed about it, and was considering trying to do a combover or something.  Then I found out the same thing had happened to my sister Janna, but she had died her scalp when she died her hair, so I was going to try that.