Do they have deluxe rooms at the looney house?

My subconscious is trying to tell me that I'm screwed-up.

I have this annoying gift of remembering dreams from the night/morning before I wake up naturally before my alarm rings.

I dreamed that my family and I were at this camp. I saw bunk beds and smelled musky carpets – yeap…definitely a church camp. As my family and I were walking in the dormitory, we started to grow smaller in size. It reached a point where I was the shape and size of and 8 year old. (I guess I remembered how I looked like when I was eight because that was the end of my “cute” stage – needless to say, it’s gone downhill from there. Right, back to my dream.)

I was walking with another small kid when we passed the front entrance of the dormitory. There were rattan chairs with pillows on it and a rattan coffee table with a glass top to go with it (Good job with the matching, SubCon!) I stopped, and peeked out of the door, and saw a cloud of dust coming towards us.

Emerging from that cloud, was two big Harley looking bikes with a foreign flag attached to a long antenna at the back of the bike. A split second later, a convoy of expensive looking dark coloured Rolls Royce (I’m not kidding!) emerged from the clouds behind the bikes.

The little kid and I were scared at this important looking arrival, so we jumped on the rattan sofa and pretended to sleep. We heard sounds of the car doors closing. There were footsteps coming towards us. I opened my eyes to peek who was at the door. And by george! I was so confused…it was clearly him!

I looked again, and there was no doubt that this was definitely him! How could it be? Why would he drive in a convoy with expensive cars to turn heads and Harley bikes with foreign flags to lead him here? Isn’t he supposed to be in hiding? (I thought ALL of this crap when I was supposed to be sleeping!? No wonder, I’m so tired today.)

Well, I think I’ll check myself into a psychiatric ward or something. Clearly, someone who dreams of Saddam Hussein visiting a church camp has some deep psychological problems.

Dry Spell

The whirlwind of adventure has passed through the Queendom of Mylife.

My grandmother of a hundred-and-one years old was welcomed into heaven on the 29th of July, 2005.
My nephew of a 4 hours was welcomed into earth on 2nd of August, 2005. (The dates are for my benefit)

Jotting down memories from my adventures seems so pale and blah. I'm not doing it justice.

Dry spell in the Land of Vocab situated in Mylife Queendom.