Dreams

I'm a dreamer.  Not figuratively - I'm actually too realistic for my own good - but I actually dream a lot at night.  Sometimes I have crazy dreams that make no sense like I'm flying around and land on elephant or I'm in a movie or I'm even a different person.  Of course, I have the recurring dream of my teeth falling out.  Generally, I have a mouth full and I'm frantically trying to push them back into place.  Then, they eventually just all fall out into my hands.  

Sometimes, if I'm stressed, I work out my problems in my dreams.  I had a bad break-up with a boyfriend 15 years ago (jeez) and I'll have a dream where Greg and I will just run into him and his wife (I know her too) and everyone will be very pleasant and kind to each other.  I also left my first nanny job on bad terms.  Even though the couple is now divorced and my little 5-year-old is now 17, over six feet tall and over 300 pounds (he plays football in High School now), I still have dreams where I run into this family and their adorable little boys (they were 5 and 2 when I knew them).  Again, we are all pleasant and kind to each other.  When I was pregnant with Macy, we couldn't come up with a name.  I had a dream that we had this baby girl in our home and we just kept calling her "Macy."  I also work out Primary problems or run my errands in my sleep.  When I wake up, I'm really bummed out when I realize that I still have to get everything done.  

Sometimes, my dreams really do mean something.  I truly believe that there have been times when the Lord has answered my prayers through my dreams.  It's taken me quite a few years to recognize these types of dreams as answers.  It doesn't happen very often, but it does happen.  

For years, I thought this was normal and that everyone dreams.  But, Greg assures me that he rarely dreams, and the more I talk to people, I realize that there are a lot of people who don't remember their dreams.  Anyway...I had a particularly kooky night last night, so I thought I would share two of my dreams.

Dream #1: Emphysema Dog

I was at this house that was quite run down.  I was in the front yard and it was gated in.  There were other people there too, but I don't know who they were and they were sitting on the porch and going in and out of the house - I didn't interact with them.  I think I had Paige with me, and she was just toddling around this yard with no grass and weeds everywhere.  There was also this big, skinny, slobbering dog that was following me around and whining at me.  It was dark grey with tons of black spots.  

Sidenote: I'm sorry if I offend anyone, but I do not care for big dogs, especially ones that slobber.  I don't mind little lap dogs, and I do like them if they are a little fluffy.  

This dog had a cigarette that it kept picking up with his mouth.  He would follow me around and whine.  I kept taking the cigarette out of his mouth and throwing it on the ground and telling the dog that I wasn't going to light it.  Finally, I was just so fed up with the whining that I lit the cigarette for the dog and it ran away and left me alone.  I remember thinking that it was against the Word of Wisdom to smoke, but it doesn't say anything about dogs and smoking.  Plus, if it got the dog to leave me alone, then it was fine with me.

Dream #2: Lost Children

Greg and I were at Lagoon with Austin and Macy.  It was Lagoon, but it was also a craft fair in the parking lot.  They had all these little booths for kids to make little crafts, but they could also go on all the rides.  Greg and I decided to leave to go on a date.  We told Austin to watch Macy and we would be back.  After our date, Greg went to his family reunion and I went home and went to bed.  At 2 o'clock in the morning, I woke up and realized that we had left Austin and Macy at the Lagoon Craft Fair.  We had forgotten to pick them up.  

Sidenote:  Keep in mind that I have no idea where Paige was this entire time.  

So, I got in the car and drove to Farmington/Odgen where they sent me to this group home where they keep children who have been neglected.  I had to walk through metal detectors and the police and social workers started questioning me.  I was doing my best to assure them that I was a good mother, and there was no need for them to take my kids away.  I called Greg at the family reunion, and he didn't really seem that concerned (not concerned enough to leave the reunion anyway).  After hours and several different people, I finally convinced them to let me see the kids.  They said that had one hour of "Supervised Visitation".  We were in this big room with couches, a TV, and toys.  There was only one door in and out of the room.  There were lots of other parents and children having their visits as well.  After our visit, I asked when I could take them home.  They said that I could see a judge in the morning.  I asked what time, and they said that the home opened at 7 a.m.  I told them I would be there first thing in the morning.  Then...I woke up.  

CRAZY!!!

Any interpretations???