Wednesday, July 21, 2010

when you dream...

I set several alarms, each of which is assigned a different song. There is a five minute interval between each of the alarms and somewhere in between each the real blaring alarm clock makes it way into my dreamlike state. I say all of this to say that this morning, in between songs, I had a wacky dream involved Whoopi Goldberg, a gas station, my sweet husband, iced coffee, a guy from my PT class, my old job and several of the people from it, a trip on a bus (much like the ones I used to take with my youth group), and a ridiculous musical interlude.
I know.

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