I just had another one and had to get up and write it down. It was too weird.
Of course, it was centered around the Southern CA BBQ. I'm at Gini's place, alone in her house running around doing dusting, cleaning etc. A cell phone on the coffee table starts ringing so I pick it up and Debbie (T&P) is on the other end. We talk and talk, all the while, I'm still cleaning up. I go into Gini's living room and there is Debbie. I drop the phone and we hug. In my dream, Debbie is about 7 ft tall with long dark curly hair.
Next think I know Gini's house if full of people and someone comments that it's 3am and we should get to bed. I start organizing where people are going to sleep and I start making up beds all over the place. Finally all is calm and everyone is sleeping except for some snoring in the bed next to me.
Very, very strange.
Last edited by slick; 01-26-2005 at 08:59 AM.
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand and strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming WOO HOO - What a Ride!
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