Thursday, August 25, 2005
Where I look for the pink perfume
I dreamed I was visiting Sara and Kyle again and I was about to leave. Before I left, they wanted to give me some kind of blessing, so Mr. R sent me upstairs to look for a bottle of pink perfume that they were going to spray all over me. I went upstairs and looked in the bathroom cabinet but all I found was a bottle with some sort of green liquid in it. I brought it downstairs and asked if that was it, but Mrs. R asked me if I'd read the label. I said no, and read it. It said "Antacids". So I said, "Hmm, I guess this is the wrong thing," and went back upstairs but I couldn't find it anywhere.
There was also something where I was trying to drive someplace but was obviously totally lost, since I was looking for a highway and all I ever found was this cornfield and a dirt road. Er, no, not a dirt road. It was a path in dirt through the cornfield.
There was also something where I was trying to drive someplace but was obviously totally lost, since I was looking for a highway and all I ever found was this cornfield and a dirt road. Er, no, not a dirt road. It was a path in dirt through the cornfield.
Labels: andrea r, kyle r, miles r, sara r
Wednesday, March 19, 2003
Where I go to Mexico and eat gray spaghetti
I had a dream that I went to Mexico on a missions trip, and I tried to give my hotel phone number to Mom so she could call me altho that was dumb cuz we would only be in the hotel for one night so yeah... but anyways, the phone number was weird, it was like 16 (because we were on the 16th floor)-12 (because we were in room twelve)-225 (because we were 225 miles from the nearest Wal-Mart). And then like we got lost, and Kyle and Stephen were there too -- er, Kyle in CA, not Kyle here in IL or Kyle in NH -- and then we ate, er, gray spaghetti. Rather nauseating. Then we went into the hotel that we suddenly found but it had a video store in there and I pushed my cart in to the very back, thinking "If I get stuck in here I won't ever be able to get out" and then it turned out I had to get out really fast but, um, Mickey Mouse was standing in front of me and kept giving me gum.
Labels: kyle r, mickey mouse, mom, stephen r