Neilio Bobeilo,
I am in a weird mood this morning. I think my weird mood is partly due to, or due because, I had a very weird dream this morning.
I knew I was sleeping because I kept thinking, okay Pam you can wake up any second now, but weird stuff kept happening. At first there was this huge inflatable slide/stage thing. And you got to the top by riding in an inflatable elevator. To get to the elevator you had to climb up an inflatable… I think everything except for people, was inflatable Neil… ramp and shimmied over some bars into this little pod that traveled up and down. And it was a very slow process because only one person can go up at a time, and there were a lot of people there.
So I was up at the top of the huge slide and I was doing whatever I was there to do… I think… I think I was there to be in a play. But that is not the weird part; after the show I go down the elevator to the ground floor and somehow, I do not remember how, I find out that the elevator was able to carry more than one person, and the process of getting everyone home could have gone much quicker. But then I broke the elevator and it was not able to support the weight of more than one person.
Oh, my gosh I must sound like I am on drugs or something. This is crazy. But my point is, I knew I was dreaming, but a “bad” event happened in my dream anyway. The elevator broke and I was disliked and I could have woken up at any point, but I did not. And then it gets weirder.
I go out to the parking lot, and I am at church and Aunt Sherrie is there and I am looking for my car, but I can not find it. I think I could not find it, because I was looking for the wrong car. I kept visualizing an orange hatchback, and as you know I do not have an orange hatchback so it was not there. So Sherrie gives me a ride home, but her VW Bug is a bicycle and I have to walk. But she is not “driving” so I do not get home until I follow Sherrie and her friends around a made up version of our home town. And, Neil this version of home is scary, you do not want to live there. Dream Hometown is very industrial and we had to cross a lot of train tracks and disheveled houses to get home. So why didn’t I wake up at any point during my dream? I knew I was dreaming.
So that is why I am in a weird mood this morning.
Don’t Forget to be Awesome
Love, Pam
