I had the oddest dream last night.
I was with friends outside of a hotel - big city -- you know the dream. We were unloading our luggage from a limousine (first sign of a 'dream' right there). We were passing our luggage to each other and setting it on the sidewalk. Next thing I know, luggage has been stolen! Obviously, I took over (it was my dream after all), gave people directions to run, but no luck. Oh, the feelings of dread I experienced in this dream...I actually think it was enough to wake me up...clearly I couldn't handle the horror of someone up and taking my prized mini skirts and handbags from right there off the sidewalk...although I think they were packed in camping backpacks. Perhaps this was a nightmare, after all. Who puts handbags in a camping pack?
But to the point: all of this makes me wonder...I actually did have luggage stolen when I went to Mexico in high school. I didn't get that worked up over it, then, in reality. So why did I freak in my dream? Was it because I'm more attached to my stuff, now, as an adult? Or because it was a dream? Hmm...perhaps some personal reflection is required.
Oh. And in this dream? Yeah, I was Sandra Bullock (clearly, a dream...why was I, Sandra Bullock, unpacking my own luggage?)
And in real life:
My finished coffee cozy that I talked about here:
You know Mr. Fine is fine (enter sassy voice here) when this happens:
Mrs. Fine: I think I'm going to use these colors for my next coffee cozy because they are so pretty.
Mr. Fine: Yes, they are s-e-w pretty.
Yep, he's fine!
Have a great weekend, all!
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