Here I am talking to this blank page again. I still have "High Hopes" my sisters will jump in here to contribute.
Where do dreams come from? I go through periods of time when I have the craziest dreams that I remember. Some of them I wish I wouldn't. I woke this morning having spent some time dreaming about the Obama family. Geez - why in the world would I dream about them? Probably because a person can't turn the TV on without seeing and hearing about Obama. In this dream I ask Gordon to come to dinner and he said no until I told him the Obamas were coming so he said he would just out of curiosity. Before the dinner happened I found myself in a motel room. Michelle Obama was in bed. The phone was ringing (more like a twitter than a ring). She ask me to answer it. Well, I picked up the receiver and no one was there, but the tweeting continued. That is when I woke up the first time and realized it was a bird in the yard making that tweeting noise. I fell right back asleep and we were at Mom's house on 5th street with Gordon, me, and the Obamas. Sorry I didn't invite you all. I would have if I would have had any control over the dream. Before dinner the Obama girls recited a poem. They had these little pigtails on every inch of their heads. Next thing I knew I was in a class at the community college and I was the oldest person in the class. Imagine that now! Anyway, we were going on a field trip across the street to hear a famous speaker outdoors. As we walked across the road to this outdoor area we could see boys dorms and there were half a dozen or more naked students hanging over the balcony hooting and hollering at the young women in the group. It started pouring rain so we left the field getting drenched going back to the classroom. One of the young women and myself got lost and looked and looked for the classroom, roaming the streets. The street reminded me of an old time movie set. Then somehow we miraculously found the class, but when we went in it was an embroidery shop. That is when I woke up. There were other minor details but I must be boring you to death if you are even still reading this.
Enough about dreams. If someone doesn't start adding something I can read besides my own words I am goint to make my own blog and call it Me, Myself and I.
I am on my way to Church and visit my shut in friends and those in the nursing home. Wishing you all sunshine today. I love you.
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I too had an Obama dream. Don't know why he followed me every where I sent and it seemed urgent to him that I agree with a particular policy he wanted to install. I did not understand the wording or the premis of this policy and told him I would have to think about it. But he kept showing up everywhere I went - our house, the post office, my early morning office runs, swimming lessons. Wherever. He would hold my hands in his and tell me how important it was that I help him promote this policy. I woke up before I could give him my blessing. He has the softest hands.
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