Last Night I Had The Strangest Dream

...I sailed away to China, on a little row boat to find ya, and you said you had to get your laundry clean..." Good song.

So last night I dreamt that my grandpa John came to me asking for some good gift ideas for 4 people he knew. I didn't have any ideas, but then I looked over this hill and saw a tour bus. I thought it'd be a good gift to get his friends a tour of this town we were next to.

I go running toward to bus, but then it takes off. The driver is looking straight into my eyes and STILL drives away. So I am very angry now. My grandpa and I decide to go on an adventure to this town. We grab our guns (because in this dream we both own a 32 caliber) and interfere with a play they are doing at the entrance to the town of an old western bank robbery.

It's the perfect cover for our shenanigans because the onlooking crowd thinks we are part of the gig.

My grandpa is now wearing a white plastic mask like the horror movie character Jason and a purple sweatsuit that says "cuddler" on the front - Madeline owns something similar in reality. She scares the hell out of me when she puts it on - just kiddin' it's the sweat suit not the mask, silly. I am wearing regular clothes and a surgical face mask.

So we go toward this cave area shooting our guns carelessly into the air and I say,

"Hey! Big John (That's what we call him), don't hit any people, okay?" he nods.

The men in the play realize we are not part of the gig when bullets begin to ricochet off the metal door leading to the cave to the town. They book it out of there. All of the sudden, the sherrif is in town and he and other policemen begin to shoot at us. We bolt into the cave toward the town.

The town is an underground place but it is beautiful, with blue skies and trees and lots of fun, happy people. They don't realize they are living underground in a cave.

There is a restaurant/bar area in the town that we decide to stop at to get something to eat and to discuss how we will get away from the police. I begin to worry that my mom might be wondering where I am - because all of the sudden in this dream I am a young teenage girl. I look at my cell phone in my back pocket, and I can see that she has called. I begin to think that if I do NOT call her, she will most likely alert the authorities and then they will figure out that we were the ones who interrupted the play in such a ruckus way. But then I think, what if they already KNOW we were the ones and they are at her house monitoring her phone to see where we are? But then I realize, they already know we are in this cave in the little town. So I call her.

We talk about the baby and the weather and then we say goodbye.

So my grandpa and I are at this restaurant and we choose a table in the back next to the piano player. There is a show going on in the place where this man is telling people in the audience if they are lieing or not. He comes up to me and he says,

"You are not a young teenager and HE is not your grandfather! You are lieing!!!"

So then we are like,

"Hmmm, 50% correct... not bad. SHHH!!! BE QUIET!!!!! Please help us. We need a place to stay."

Then piano player says,

"You can stay at my sister's place. Come with me"

So we follow him to this white house. It's an older house, like the cute little homes in Salt Lake City - similar to one my great grandparents used to live in, and there are Christmas lights on it. The door to the house is up some really steep steps though, and in the middle of the steps is a gate (what in the world??).

So I climb the steps and step over the gate and try to get in the house because we cannot enter until the Christmas lights are one. I finally get in and turn them on, but one of the strands is out. So me, my grandpa, and this piano player's sister, spend forever trying to get these Christmas lights to work so we can go inside, and it was cold so you can imagine how annoying that was.

Then I woke up.