Crazy dreams

I don’t normally remember my dreams. In fact, it is quite rare that I remember them but this past weekend I remember waking up several times being very concerned about what I kept dreaming about one night.  It was last Friday night.  I had invited my old roommate and scrapbook-supply-buying buddy Mari (yes, we only buy scrapbook stuff together–we never actually scrapbook together) to go to a scrapbook sale with me.  It was at the Pebbles, Inc warehouse which is just across the parking lot where I work….dangerous, I know.  We were to go on Saturday even though the sale started on Friday.  Well, all night all I could dream about was that when we showed up, everything was gone. There was no great deal to be had.  So sad.

So then I got thinking about these other dreams that I have all the time.  Well, at least they are just about the only ones that I really remember. 

The first one is where I am either in high school or middle school in PE class.  They always had these little ghetto basket lockers for our gym clothes.  Well, I always dream that it is time to change clothes and get ready for class but then I forget my locker combination.  Either that or I forget how to actually use the combination lock. (You know….three turns to the right, then left past the first number to the second number, etc).  So stressful.

The other dream I have had repeatedly is again, when I am in high school.  With my new found freedom as a senior…with a car….I start out the year great and attend Seminary every day.  Then, I stop.  I never go again.  And I don’t graduate from Seminary.  My, my…more than three years of getting up at 5am….wasted.  I feel so guilty.