Today is also very stormy here, The electricity has already gone off once for 5 minutes.
I was hoping to be able to post a picture of the mural I did yesterday, but my husband must have my camera with him.Last night's dream was very odd.
I was at a house with stairs at the entry, with my mom, sister, and 2 boarders. One was a boy, around the age of 8 who happened to be African American, and the other was a college class mate of mine who is Korean. (The only significant thing in my past that involves the classmate is that we competed for our first job out of school, and she won.)
In the dream my family was waiting on my dad to get home from work before we went somewhere. The little boy kept crossing my path, and I kept asking him if he had had any thing to eat yet. Gaonou (my class mate) asked me if I wanted to go play tennis. I said yes, and went to get my socks and shoes, etc. I passed the boy again, and then opened a chest to get socks out of it. I saw an old Judy Garland movie on in the other room where my sister and mom were sitting, so I went in and sat down. Gaonou called to me again, and I remembered that I was supposed to be getting my shoes on. As I got to the door my dad came home. We all got ready to leave and I asked if I should let Knuckles (the dog) stay inside while we were gone. I opened the door to the back yard and there were three dogs. I went ahead and let Knuckle's in anyway (while in my head saying, "Oh, he has friends to play with."). As soon as he got in, he jumped up onto the full dining table and began to heave. Plus, this wasn't my dog, he was a tall, skinny, Golden Retriever/ Afghan type mix. I ran at him yelling, "Get down!" It had obviously been a bad idea to let him in.
So that's it... I have no idea what it meant, if anything.
Knuckles has a play mate that just walked in... so "Bye."
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