Just Dreamin'...

A few weeks ago I had a crazy dream. It started out that my sister and brother-in-law got in a car accident. Somehow that morphed into the coach of the Buffalo Bills calling to check on them because my brother-in-law played football for them. And then, of course, we were all in Buffalo to watch my brother-in-law play. I have never been to Buffalo but have occasionally seen a picture of it on the news when it snows like 7 feet in one day. In my dream Buffalo was on the side of a mountain with stairs going everywhere and lots of snow. A little like Park City but with more stairs. We never did make it to the game in my dream, but did spend a whole lot of time in some swanky ski lodge. All in all, it was completely random. Randomness in dreams is never surprising to me - it's the parts that resemble reality that are weird to me. Like that in this dream, Floyd had to stay in the swanky lodge cause he had a hurt leg and couldn't ski. True. And that my sister Karlee was searching out the gas station in Buffalo. Strange as it may seem, gas stations are like her number one (okay, maybe two or three) favorite place. Or like a dream I had a little while ago in which our house burned down (fire dreams have always been my nightmare - that and kidnapping). Our house that burned wasn't even really the same house, but when the firefighters let me back in to look at the damage, I walked into the garage and the bikes were parked in the exact spot I had actually parked them in our real garage earlier that day - which was not their usual spot. I was being lazy that day. Those are the things that make me uncomfortable. I'm not usually much of a dreamer - or at least I don't usually remember them too frequently. I always have the craziest dreams when I'm pregnant.......


....it's a boy. He will be joining us sometime in March. I can't wait to meet the little tyke!