• The Monkees (love Davy Jones!)
• Dark Shadows (love Barnabas, Angelique, David & Amy!)
• Here Come the Brides (love Bobby Sherman!)

Thanks to Netflix and the technology of DVDs!

(Isn’t that just the most profound statement???)

I stop and look at some photos. I see two little girls who are flower girls in a wedding, and I think they are Amelia and (Krystal?) (Amanda?) I look at more photos and see one that I think is Steve in a wedding photo, with an Afro-American woman.

My dad comes in and he is also looking around. He says he went the wrong way, and he thought the kitchen was on the other side of the house, but that was a bedroom instead. I wonder if that was Steve’s bedroom, but it is vacant now, so it doesn’t matter. We get ready to go, then I notice that two men and a woman, really raunchy looking, are loading things up on a cart and taking them. I tell my dad that these are not the occupants of the house, and to dial 9-1-1. He takes out his cell phone, then one of the guys holds up a knife. I say, no, I am mistaken, and we have to go. Although I am afraid, Dad and I get Nathan out of the house and head toward the car. I am thinking that even if they take my dad’s cell phone, I have mine in my back pocket and as soon as we get in the car, we can call the police.

I wake up before the bad guys can do anything to us.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NATHAN!

It is very lively and exciting, lots of people outside, dancing and singing.

I wake up and am so thrilled, ready to start another day!

I am on a plane, a small but tall plane with 3 other people, plus the pilots. I am older than the other three: one blonde lady, two men. We are sitting, riding, then we land. It seems odd to me, but we stay on the plane, then the pilots drive it through this mechanic place.  We stop for a short time, then they start driving it around the town. I realize they had the wings removed.

We stop at a grocery store and the four of us get out of the plane. We have done this before, maybe this is the third time, so we all know what to do. We have to exchange something, each of us carry something of the others’ so we can stay in touch. (I knew their names this morning, now I have forgotten.) The main guy gives me his contact case and asks for my hairbrush, the things we usually trade, but I have changed my pants and don’t have it in my pocket anymore, so I give him my contact case too. The other man and lady exchange something. I go with the other man, who is short and chubby with black hair, and he is really funny, and the blonde lady goes with the main man.

As we go to the other side of the grocery store, we are under attack, but since we are prepared, and the chubby guy and I begin to float, and we hold something like a donut to stay just at the right height, out of reach, but not too high.

I take the wheel and take over driving. I try to get to the highway, but we are on some odd side street. Then we come to the top of a hill and as I look down, I can barely see the road, because it’s so overgrown with trees. I navigate through with great difficulty while my mom is having her contractions in the back seat. As we finally get out from the trees, I see Randal standing by the side of the road, and he points me in the direction of the hospital. We are very close. He walks across the parking lot because he is visiting someone in the hospital.

I turn through the parking lot and get ready to take my mom into the hospital to have a baby.

President Obama is up on the platform with a few other people, his aides and secret service men. He seems very comfortable and at ease.  I feel bad that there are not more people here, it should be packed.  One guy mumbles a few things under his breath. We get up and walk around a little, and it’s about to start. Since no one is in the front row, I tell my family we should sit there. This man tells me we can’t sit there because those seats are reserved for teachers.

A lady on the other side in the 4th row starts saying bad things about our president. I boldly go over to her and tell her that he is our president and we are “one nation, indivisible,” but by her complaining and bad-mouthing, she is dividing the nation.  She seems like one of those crazy people who talks to herself.  She stops talking after I speak to her.

President Obama asks me to write down my phone number and give it to him. I check my pockets and can’t find any paper. I pull out my business cards and they are all messed up. I need to find something else to write on.

Nathan says, “Obama,” and points to our president. Then he makes the sign of a camera taking a picture, and I take out my camera to take some pictures. Now the stage is all dark, too dark to take any pictures.

We then take a short tour, and discover the Obamas are going to have a summer home in a house where we used to live, so I show Mrs. Obama some of the secrets of the home and land while the girls, their daughters. run around and get used to the place.

Second dream is a story: Hated in High School. I am too old but here I am, confused and friendless.

I look out the front window and see a group of about 50-75 people coming into the caul-de-sac, running joyfully alongside a giant ferris wheel that is on a flatbed truck. Some run up into our yard, then they decide to put up the ferris wheel on a little island in the middle of the street. They are all excited and seem like they are being recorded for a promo on the Disney channel.

The doorbell rings, so I go downstairs to answer it. Two little girls are there, one who is famous but I know her. She has curly brown hair, she is about 9 years old. She is really nice to me. They tell me what is going on outside, that they are making my Disney dream come true by installing a ferris wheel on our street.

The whole thing seems so faked, so staged, the excitement of the people and everything. They quickly put up the ferris wheel, then they pack up and leave. We now have a giant ferris wheel in the middle of our street. I know the neighbors are going to get mad because it is blocking their view.

I didn’t ask for this, but someone thought this was what I would love.