Recurring Dream

So, this is the second time I have had this dream and I had to write about it because, well, it is just important. I am on an upper story of a building, which I believe is a hotel, when all of the sudden a helicopter comes crashing through the roof and pummels down toward the lobby. As it rips through the floors, one by one, and passes through the floor I am on, I have to decide where I am going to go. For a minute, I debate jumping out the window because, well, I am going to die, anyway. Instead, I head downstairs to the lobby. There, all I see is smoke and a swimming pool. Ah ha! I need to get into that pool before the building explodes. So, I jump in (with about 5 other people) and proceed to hold my breath for 10 minutes. I have no idea what is going on above the water. I finally stick my hand out a little to feel for fire and then emerge, free and clear. The six of us walk toward the entrance and see charred bodies, some dead, some alive. I can't believe we are the only ones that made it out of there alive! We continue walking out on the street, trying to get as far away from the building as possible, when we see a small commercial jet sputtering and weaving right above our heads. I see that it is going to crash in front of us, so I try running against its pattern, when it takes a sharp turn and, of course, hits me face on.

Now I am floating up on some sort of crate, knowing I am headed to the afterlife. When I get there, I am taken through what seems to be a compound, with wood bridges, gardens, and rooms. I get to a room that is about 10x12 where I see a woman with short hair folding clothes. It's God! I get 5 minutes to talk to her and ask any questions I like. So, I start with, "was Jesus a real person?". She responds, "yes, but he wasn't my son." Then I ask, "what religion is right?" She responds with a shrug of the shoulders and says "none really. But it doesn't matter. I don't really care." I asked her some other questions that I don't remember but I left the room feeling very satisfied and validated. Then it was off to live my afterlife.

Isn't this the craziest dream? And the fact that I've had it twice now is very interesting.

Sweet dreams!

I'm Pissed

I had my first court appearance this morning. I spent most of last night tossing and turning, scared, and anxious. I couldn't fall asleep so I decided to take a tylenol PM...big mistake. At first it was the shakes, then it was a full blown hot/cold sweat. I think I woke up every hour and a half. By the time 6:00am rolled around, I was already awake. I drank my usual 2 cups of coffee, skipped breakfast, and headed out the door around 7:25am. I got downtown early (because I convinced myself that it would take me a half hour to get there even though I have done that drive thousands of times and it's only 10 minutes). So, I parked, got my parking validated, went to the bank, and then proceeded to walk around the courthouse to kill more time. By the time I got in there and sat down (still 15 minutes early), I had walked around so much that I started sweating profusely. Seriously sweating all over...my hair was wet and started to frizz. I went to the bathroom twice to mop the sweat off my face. Don't ask me why I thought it was a good idea to wear a long sleeve shirt with a sweater vest and a blazer in 65 degree weather. It could have also been my nervousness that contributed to that.

The doors opened around 8:20am and I went in...hesitant about whether to sit at the front reserved for attorneys...duh, I'm an attorney. I saw some other people from my class there which was fun. The room was a madhouse with all of the attorneys congregating and talking in the front (inside the little door that separates "them" from "us"). Finally after some confusion over whether I needed to check in with the Bailiff, my case was called. I knew it was numbers 10 and 11, and so as the Judge was approaching 7, 8, 9, my heart started thumping into my throat and I thought I would have to excuse myself for lack of voice. I get up to the podium, state my name and client for the record and then...then...hmmm...do I say anything? The City Attorney sure seems to be taking this one. Here's my chance to speak: "YES." That's what I said, that's all I said. Oh, and "thank you".

I'm so pissed I lost sleep over that!