hahaha ... weird dreams abound.

So, I just remembered this and had to post it.

I dreamt that Munchkin's school was doing a spelling bee before school and all the kids had to get there around 6 a.m., and saw a bunch of our neighbor kids 'cuz I was there with Munchkin. I dreamt that Hillary Clinton came for whatever reason -- I think she was campaigning here, but when has a presidential candidate ever come to Utah? Democrats know they have no chance, and Republicans know they're shoe-ins, so ... they don't.

Anyway. After the spelling bee, I was leaving and saw that Senator Clinton's car died. She demanded that I take her and her security detail to the airport. Yeah. I told her thanks, but no, since I needed to be home when my kidlet got home from school. She told me to find someone to pick her up. So I tried but failed, and told her she'd have to wait with me, and then I could take them to the airport. For some reason, she agreed.

When kidlet got home (which was in the same place we live now but was scary and was a dump -- I don't know why, since the rest of the neighborhood looked normal!), I did take her to a neighbor's house, and then we left. Only, we'd missed Senator Clinton's flight, so she then demanded I drive them all to California. For some reason, I agreed, called hubby and told him I'd be home in a few days, and left.

Senator Clinton wasn't very nice and she was stressing me out majorly. So, the security detail "slipped her a Mickey" and she passed out all the way to California, and the security detail and I decided to hit an amusement park. We put her in the front of the biggest roller coaster I'd ever seen and she came to as it was going up. She said, "Bob, who's driving?" and we all yelled back, "YOU are, and we're going over a mountain!" and started screaming. She started freaking out. It was teh awesome.

The end.

My subconscious is apparently sadistic. But now this dream is preserved forevermore as a warning to Senator Clinton that she needs to be nicer. And get a new security detail.

Oops. Editing the ABC thing.

C: cake or pie? cake usually, sometimes I crave berry pies, and when I was pregnant with munchkin (and, oddly enough, when I got home from the hospital this summer), I craved those lemon hostess pies or lemon meringue or anything lemon and pie.

I: indulgence? sleeping in until 5 a.m. I know, I know. That's still pretty darn early. but not when your husband gets up at 2 or 3 to work out and go to work. hehehhehe.

W: worst habit? Teasing. Specifically, teasing my sweet husband ... who hates being teased. This may not even be my worst, but it is the one I'm currently trying to break.



More weird dreams (and this might just darn well be TMI toward the end): I dreamt my uncle and aunt divorced, that my uncle moved to utah and married some woman I've seen at church (who is also married, btw), and she was trying to make him a suave dude instead of a country hick boy. (I just realized the chick in my ward probably has similar hair to said aunt when she was younger and was subconsciously reminding me of her, so that explains that, right?). I also dreamt my "rich" cousin inherited his richness from his dad (HA! his dad is a firefighter/paramedic or something -- btw, two different families) and that I was at their house with some people from my ward, my parents, and my munchkin, and that I had to go to the bathroom really bad 'cuz I needed to get home to hubby but knew I couldn't make it from Mapleton to PG without wetting my pants, but the toilets were all being used. Eventually, I woke up enough to go, "D'oh! I really hafta to potty!" I hate those dreams where I dream I *hafta* use a bathroom *now* and then I get there and is skody, broken, or someone's using it -- and then I wake up and realize I've gotta really pee, it wasn't just a dream. I've even had dreams I've even grabbed a bucket and tried to pee in it (yup, in public!!!), but never could do so. I guess that's better than wetting the bed. Hubby would probably agree with that, too. ;)