I have crazy dreams that I often remember with such details that I confuse myself. Thank goodness my dear friend Allison is a master at dream interpretation. Earlier this year I had a dream that I went to Young Women’s Camp (which came true) but while at YW Camp my husband put our house up for sale and sold it—all in one week. I came home from camp desperately crying and begging the new owners to please not make us move, that I really did need my house.
I desperately called Allison to see what this crazy dream meant. She said that houses represent ourselves. So Paul was trying to get rid of me! FYI—I’ve told Paul before that if he ever wants to get rid of me I will not go quietly but will take him for all he’s worth—that’s when he usually looks at me like I’m one pawn short of playing with a full chess set. Anyway….I’ve been having some really do-whoppers of dreams lately that I desperately need interpreted. I have all the usual dreams of not having any teeth, of being caught in just my underwear in public, and of course running but not going anywhere. Old hat.
But lately I have had dreams such as-- Obama having in his possession the lost 116 pages of the Book of Mormon manuscript and how I’m trying to convince him to turn them over to the church….or dreams where my neighbors all live on islands and can only get places by diving off their land and swimming out to sea……or ok….I can’t remember anymore right now. And I just asked Paul to remind me of some of my hokier dreams (because I always tell him when I wake up) but he doesn’t remember either. Smart boy. So don’t leave a comment of dream interpretation and say that I’m going looney, because I already know that. Give me something good.
And no, I’m not on any medication.