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Last night I had a goofy dream where Little Bro was all tweaked out because I insisted on using the ice maker in the freezer. There was some upcoming holiday or other event and he kept saying we needed space in the freezer and had to dump the ice and we could buy more ice if we needed it. (The scene was fairly reminiscent of my favorite Thanksgiving episode in Mad About You where the MIL is going on about the fact that they dumped the ice trays to make room in the freezer – because they could just waste all kinds of money buying more ice – while everything else went to hell in a handbasket thanks to the dog…)

But for whatever reason this evening, I was just sitting there and my goofy-assed dreams of last night made me think of another dream that I had when I was much, MUCH younger. It would have likely been when sometime between 1st and 4th grade – while we were either in DC or Virginia Beach and spending some of the summers down at my Grandparents house in Sandy Springs, GA – and it was a summer when my Dad was able to come down south with the rest of us. I remember it as clear as if it were three days ago. (And yet I have to search for my keys on a daily basis.)

I dreamed that I had gone fishing and caught the limit on largemouth bass. (Dad and I fished a fair amount in the summers when he was not deployed, so the concept of fishing to limit in a day wasn’t beyond the limits of reason. The limits of reality? Perhaps, but that’s a whole other dimension.) I told my Dad about the dream the next morning. He informed me that we had obviously gotten our dreams mixed up, because he’d had a dream about being locked in an ice cream parlor. I was totally sure he was right and somehow our dreams had DEFINITELY gotten mixed up somehow, because as much as I loved fishing (and still do) being locked in an ice cream parlor was SO MUCH MORE AWESOME!

Given that I still have nary a clue how 99.44% of the world and life actually works, I can’t say that maybe our dreams didn’t get mixed up somehow. Or maybe they were both spot-on, cause I did and still do love to fish and Dad always did love ice cream. But to have that little random memory pop up tonight did put a very large smile on my face.

Sweet dreams, kids – may they give you some random goofy smile on your face tomorrow.

Quite the odd dream last night…

It was the end of senior year in high school (or maybe into the next year – we’d definitely been done with school for a good six months) and we still had to do some final thing with the drill team and marching band before we’d all officially graduate. (It was a county wide thing and not a big deal, more of a pain in the ass than anything.)

But, there were several people around from high school about that I didn’t really have any desire to interact with, but they were there. And all staying in my home. Not just in the guest rooms, just everywhere. Beds, couches, floors, all covered. I was not pleased, and recall telling some girl that I’d slept with her boyfriend. (Which never happened, I simply said so out of some spite that is obviously buried somewhere deep within my psyche.)

If that’s not a sign to skip my 20 year reunion, I’m not sure what is.

Then there was the argument with my parents. Seems that in the six months since classes had ended, I’d gone and done a semester of college and I wasn’t particularly pleased about that. Something along the lines of “I could have taken the classes anytime, this was supposed to be my six months OFF and I want them back!” Why, yes, there is still a touch of residual pissiness over the fact that I won’t be able to get back the two years I spent tethered to the phone trying to convince my grandmother to get real help instead of relying on my absolutely incompetent assistance. Seems my brain hasn’t quite let go of that one just yet.

Then the trash trucks came through and that was that.