I had a dream this morning before my alarm went off and then in-between
all my "snoozes" that "tomorrow" I remember A LOT of Details.
I
was moving to Indonesia for a year. The dream took place at home in my parents
house, and I still lived in my old room. We were having a going away
party for me, the living room was full of people, I remember Brian and
Anna were there, but he had to leave halfway through to go to teach a
bible study at the church, but then she came back after dropping him
off. I remember being sad I wouldn't get to see their baby right away. I
remember telling mom I didn't think I was going to get to see Nick
before I left to say goodbye, because he was at work but was coming home
soon.
Mom was in the kitchen making me dinner to eat on the way
to the airport; veal, gravy and something else... which I remember
shoving into a Ziploc bag and then shoving all of it into a box that
Helen and Linda helped me find on the empty box wall/pile at Gospel
Text (the bookstore I worked at in High School).
Dad was freaking out because Mom wanted to take the tunnel
to the airport, and he didn't think we were going to have enough time to
get there. He was sure I was going to miss my plane.
I went
into my bedroom to grab my suitcases and realized I hadn't finished
packing. I only had the box of food and half of 1 of 3 suitcases full. I
didn't know if there was winter in Indonesia so I was only packing
summer clothes, but grabbed a few sweaters just in case.
After
throwing a bunch of stuff in my suitcase, one whole small suitcase of
DVD's - and a picture frame or 2 and putting my laptop in my carry on,
mom dad and I got in the minivan and started off towards the airport.
But then I realized I didn't have the address to "something" but it was
in my e-mail so we stopped at the church and I pulled out my laptop to
get in the address out of my e-mail, but I couldn't get the church's
wireless to connect to my laptop - but luckily Kathy Millard (a lady from our church that I don’t have a
close relationship with so it’s weird that she was in the dream) was there,
and she had a smart phone, so I fumbled through trying to pull up my e-mail
on her phone, which took like 30 mins. My poor anxious dad.... We
couldn't find Kathy to return the phone to her so I just left it on the
information booth.
The last thing I remember is sitting on the
plane thinking about how I forgot to log out of my e-mail account on her
phone, but it would automatically log out after 2 weeks if no one used
it. Later I heard that Kathy thought when I asked to borrow her phone
that she thought I needed to take it with me to Indonesia, and though
she didn't want to give up her phone, for me she was ok with that.
That's all. My back hurts from the stressful sleep....
A Slow Cooker Thanksgiving
10 months ago




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