Ok, so here's how dopey I can be:
I thought Miaxo and Mia were two different people!(heehee
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Yup. Gotta laugh at how thick I can be sometimes. Just try to compete!! Ya'll ull never win!!!!
So last night I had a wild and crazy dream!! First....there were all these deserts. Chocolate mooosey creamy everythings and strawberry fluffy cake/pie/candy and apple/blueberry/cherry/peach/rhubarb/jumbleberry/pudding/cookies/
creams/custards/crisps....just shelves and shelves of yummy, gooey, fattening, heavenly delicious treats, every where. I couldn't believe it! I kept thinking.......who made all of this? It looks fabulous! I'm liking this dream!!
(It's like I'm talking to myself and fully aware that I am dreaming when I am dreaming. Very strange. I've never really experienced this before so it just seems really odd and weird).
Then.....all of a sudden I am at an in-law-aunt and uncle's home.....which is a huge, maze of rooms upon rooms......(totally different than their actual home, which is large and comfortable but not full of endless hallways and rooms..like in the dream). So......I feel alone there. Not unwelcome.....just a like a bit of an outlaw...because this isn't myyyyy family and I don't even know why I'm there, what I'm supposed to do. I feel tired....so I ask aunt....where do I sleep? And she takes me up stairs, down halls, in and through rooms, past large washrooms, around bends, down a few steps here, up a few there, in and out and all around and finally......there is a little door and she says: "In there, if it's ok".
And ofcourse....I politely thank her and assure her that this will be just fine. I go in. There is a bare sponge mattress on a cement floor. The walls are block, painted dark colours and it's dusty and dirty and cold and not very nice at all. I decide I can make through one night here, there are worse places, I won't die....and I sleep.
In the morning.......I'm determined to leave. But I have to know why this aunt has treated me so....oddly.....considering she is usually very, very kind and loving and giving and generous and all good things...or has been in the past. I go up and down and around and in and out until I finally reach the main room, on the main floor.....and it's overwhelmingly crowded with people! Everywhere, every inch of the place is crawling with people I've never seen before. So many of them, introducing themselves to me......"I'm such and such's cousin's sister's brother's father's mother in law's grandson" and more and more confusing, long lists of introductions from so many ...that I am at a total loss to know who anyone is. I just can't take it all in. I decide.....
I've got to get outta here. This isn't where I belong. These people all know eachother and I'm a stranger. So I politely thank my outlaw/inlaw aunt (whatever she is) for her hospitality, and I leave, knowing exactly why I was given that tiny uncomfortable room.....because there were so many and she knew I wouldn't complain....because she knows me.
So now I'm outside and there are grassy cliffs everywhere and somebody's gramma is struggling to hold onto the edge of some grass and her old holey boot toes are dug deeply into the ground, trying to ease herself down this deathly slope!! I walk there and say: "Granny. It's way too steep. I'm much younger and better looking than you and I can't possibly make it down there. Please give me your hand and I'll help you up. We'll find a way to get out of here together, ok?"
And she gives me her hand and I pull her to her feet. She's much taller than I am and looks so determined to get down to the bottom. I look down there and see that at the very bottom...it is just flat, grassy land. I look around, in every direction but all I see are mountains and grassy cliffs. I search and search and then say: "Over there Granny! There might be a way through! "and I see a small opening, like a tunnel or a pass, through a hill. We walk toward it together and she keeps thanking me and telling me how wonderful I am and that she might have slipped and died trying to climb down from where she was. And I tell her not to worry that I might have tried it myself if I hadn't seen her doing it and how dangerous it looked! I thanked her for showing me the senselessness of going that way.
And I woke up.
GFN
