1) I kept a bottle of brandy by the bed so I could just take a swig and go back to sleep easily.
2) I crawled through a old house and ended up cooking for Napoleon.
3) A twelve-year-old was getting married to a thirtysomething-year-old. He was sending her video letters. She was most concerned about his balding. The rest of us were just concerned.
4) Something involving a large display of a movie in a setting like a shop class.

I was having lunch in a small restaurant (kind of like Bel Ami, but brighter) with John and Cindy McCain. Someone was going to introduce me to John, but as I shook John’s hand, I told the introducer that we had already met. We had a pleasant lunch. Leaving the restaurant, I ran into Woods.

I moved into my new place and ripped off the wallpaper in the kitchen only to find orange and gold foil. (This is obviously related to the estate sale I went to a few days ago that made me dream in orange and red last night too.) Also, when I moved in, a little girl stood in the kitchen as I was looking at the odd things remaining in the refrigerator. She said, “I come with the house. I’m going to my room now.” I was not amused.

I also dreamt about speed traps on the expressway.

I woke up with the sentence “the kids will never get the omlettes made in time” stuck in my head.

Thinking about it now, perhaps Dexter’s Lab was showing that “omlette du fromage” episode while I slept. That’s distinctly possible.

I will never sleep without the TV or CD player on again. I have learned my lesson.

I dreamt I was having dinner at a restaurant. I was perched in a high booth and could look down on most of the diners. The staff was comprised of mostly athletic-looking teenagers, but none of them seemed interested in taking my order. My silverware was dirty, so I sucked the spoon clean–mmm, month-old Haagen-Dazs. Then a scuffle broke out between the boys and knives started flying. One dark-haired boy got hit in the chest and blood started seeping everywhere. Now I was glad that no one had noticed me. Suddenly a fork got thrown in my general direction. I guess they had run out of knives, so they were moving on to forks. I ducked under the table and decided this was not a good place to be.

It was cool outside last night, so I had the window cracked. While the wind moaned and howled, it does not account for the faint screaming and shouting I heard that woke me up. I swear I heard it, though incredibly faint, and it wasn’t the wind at all.

Randy and I went to an all-purpose IGA grocery store. We looked at several kinds of flowers, including some hearty ones that could withstand high winds. I sniffed one flower, a mountain variety, and the petal caught on the base of my nostril. The flowers made me sneeze, so we moved on. Then we looked at cookbooks, which were mysteriously kept in chilled freezers near the check-out lines. I found a Dutch or Norwegian cookbook with the title, loosely translated, “50 Ways to Cook Spinach.” There were also frozen dessert items there, including white chocolate brandy and some non-appetizing cheese dessert from the “Wartime Collection: A Celebration of the Food That Kept Us Winning!”

I dreamt that Stephanie brought the rest of her key lime pie to work for a special snacktime treat.

Grandpa wanted me to learn how to shoot a gun in case I was ever attacked. I was in the old house, on the landing between the two flights of stairs, shooting out the front door. No one was there. I used up all the ammo, then I went downstairs. Mom was cleaning out the room that was my playroom when I was a kid, later her craft room, and later my bedroom. She had a huge decorator’s basket and she took my two guns away, hiding them under the scraggly peacock feathers. There weren’t nearly enough to hide the guns, but Mom seemed satisfied.

I had gone to Sam’s and bought a huge box of candy (probably a bleed-through from that Dexter’s Lab commercial about winning a year’s supply of Airheads candy). I was brushing my teeth, then I was going to eat candy and fall asleep. My mom was in my living room, talking to me as I took my candy into the bathroom with me. She told me that eating candy after brushing my teeth was the stupidest thing she had heard in a while.

Nelda wanted me to set up something on the website where people could request what they really want in life. She thought it would be interesting, but Howard didn’t want it to be published.

I had to find a picture of Marilyn Monroe in a particular movie (called Up in Our Town or something) for the newsletter. When I went to find Jake to ask for the DVD cover, he was on the phone with Joel E. There were a bunch of dirty dishes in the sink, including two empty tuna cans. I went to wash them, but there was a dish that was for Joel that had a cup of sour cream and a cup of cheddar cheese mixed in it with a light dusting of potato soup mix on top.

I was in the kitchen of the old house, reading the newspaper. Mom and Dad came in: they had gone on vacation. Mom sarcastically said, “we left the lights on in the garden just you like.” She knew I normally hated that because the lights would shine in my bedroom and I wouldn’t be able to sleep. I told her that I had a blindfold now and it didn’t matter. She seemed a bit put off that I wasn’t irritated. I really was quite apathetic.

I was a banker (hah!) and I was tabulating the different rates I could invest $2000 (another hah!) at: a savings account would earn me 1.4%, a three month CD would earn 3.6%, etc.