Well, yes.
Once more, had that dream last night that we all have, of being back in school. The only update this time was that the school was very nice, and at least a couple of my kids were there as well. I was walking through a big sunshiney lobby area where a bunch of kids were hanging around, and here came Catherine with her little backpack on her shoulder. She ran up and hugged me and I kissed her head, then I went on just a bit further, and found Jonathan coming toward me as well. Said hey to him, then found myself at a long counter like the once at the driver's license department, and I was asking the lady just exactly how many more classes I had to take to graduate.
Stupid ol' dream.
And no, I never did get a straight answer.
Figures.
Posted by Terry Oglesby at February 15, 2006 12:44 PMI had the one last week where you're on stage and can't remember the lines. But I remembered the rehearsals!
No one else had their lines, either, so no cues.
Half of the stage was blocked by a huge wooden wardrobe (furniture). The guy in the opening act arrived dead drunk.
It was one of the worst of its kind.
Posted by: Janis at February 15, 2006 01:21 PMI usually avoid discussing dreams, but ...
last night President Bush visited my house to play indoor basketball (I vaguely remember having an attached court similar to a small church gym) with some other people, but not Secret Service. As I went to shake his hand he turned his hand (palm pointing down) and gripped mine very loosely in a quick squeeze-and-release. I woke up before we could shoot some hoops.
That has to be one of those acquired skills for politicians, shaking hands while protecting themselves from wiseguys who want to test your hand strength and pain threshhold.
Or maybe, it has a deeper, much more subtle meaning...
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at February 16, 2006 08:28 AM