I had a very busy day today. Reuse craft day up at Janet's... Street drama with the drama team... snuck in a little shopping... then dinner... So I'm just getting around to blogging.
Last night's dream was short and sweet... good thing... cause I'm ready to chill and watch a movie or something.
It must have been a youth group house party or something. I arrived with a hand full of my youth group peers from 1992. As I looked around the host's house (an older heavyset woman) I was filled with joy. The decor reminded me of my parent's 80's house. I relished the warmth that the memory brought me.
We sat around the coffee table and ate nachos. I picked up a chip loaded with cheese and other goodness. The cheese lifted like it does on hot pizza. I bit into the chip, but it wouldn't break. I had to shove the whole thing in. A girl to my left (Aubrey) explained to me that 'monkey cheese' was hard to break.
I sat back on the couch and looked out the window behind me. Out the window was a Raley's grocery store and the parking lot. I saw a boy I recognized walk by. I pointed, looked closer and said, "That's Gary Lawson, my last real boyfriend." (What I guess I meant by that was that he was the last guy I dated before my daughter's bio dad.)
I had another short dream about someone wanting to buy my purse (which would be cool, cause I don't want it. It's too big for me.)
... and that's all.
So, what the heck is monkey cheese? Maybe I just want cheese. I haven't had it lately due to the fast.
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