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Jolly Holidays to one and all.
Well it’s been some time since the last “saga” dream, this morning’s has me a little concerned. As usual the more I look into it the more weirded out I’m getting.
The last couple of days have been a foggy haze, I’ve been sleeping far more than necessary and my body feels like somebody dumped a bottle of Quaaludes into the coffee urn. Purpleaura's been feeling much the same if not worse as are her entire family and most of the people she's talked to the last few days. And some of them are an ocean away. She and her family woke up this morning so ill they quickly opened some gifts and went directly back to bed, putting off Christmas dinner until tomorrow.
Usually when this happens I get the feeling I’m needing to be told or shown something and not until that happens will I feel rested. I had an afternoon “nap” that lasted about 5 hours yesterday, got up around 9:30pm, ate supper, went to bed and woke up at exactly 6am. I promptly fell asleep again and woke up about 9:30 after having this dream, feeling more awake than I have for days.
Miss Scarlet ~ December 25, 2007
It started out at the mall, I had just parked the car and was heading towards the entrance. I happened to look down and noticed a coffee stain in the shape of a ring above my left knee, which might not have been so bad if I weren’t wearing white pants, (I can’t remember the last time I owned a pair of white pants), so I was a little pissed at that. I figured I must have been holding my coffee cup on my lap in the car (which I never do). I got to the doors of the mall and an unknown woman was there and asked if I remembered my coffee cup. I didn’t so I headed back to the car. On the way I looked down at my pants and wondered if the stain was noticeable. There was a slight breeze causing them to flutter and sometimes you could see it and sometimes you couldn’t. The shape was a double ring with the outer ring being whole and the inner ring more of a crescent shape or unfinished circle. I noticed I was also wearing an off-white sweater which I do have in waking life, and didn't think they matched very well as the pants were stark white. As I looked at the sleeve of the sweater blowing in the breeze it changed from off-white to a golden colour and seemed to match the pants just fine. Even though I knew it was Christmas time, it was very warm, the sky was blue, the sun shining brightly and not a speck of snow to be seen anywhere. I wondered why I was wearing a sweater in such warm weather. To top it off I was carrying a jacket, (also a real life thing in navy blue & red), and knew I didn’t need that at all except for the fact I carried my wallet in the pocket (don’t much like purses, always losing them). I noticed the jacket was getting a little worn around the collar and decided it was time for a new one.
I got back to the car, opened the passenger door and climbed in to grab my cup which was sitting on the dash (which it never is because it doesn’t fit). While doing that I heard a clicking noise and wondered what that was, so I looked around out the partially open door and noticed a van parked beside me, can’t recall the colour but it was dark, and a man who appeared to be from the Middle East smoking a joint. The clicking was his lighter. He knew I saw him but didn’t seem to care in the least and he headed off towards the mall. I grabbed my cup and was about to head in the same direction when I was reminded of my coat. I saw it sitting on the floor of the car, partly hanging out the door, and was debating whether I should carry the whole coat or just take the wallet. I was told no matter what I certainly couldn't leave it hanging halfway out the car door or it would surely be stolen. Not sure what I decided but continued on towards the mall, watching the man the entire time. Something about him got my spidy senses going. I wondered if he worked in the mall and thought it not a very bright career move to be smoking a joint as you’re walking in the door. I don’t know if he “heard” me but at that exact moment he extinguished the joint. I got the feeling he had business in the mall, something to do with Radio Shack, but wasn’t sure if that was his place of employment or he was a customer or what he was up to for sure but he was definately suspicious.
Next I'm at work although it looks nothing at all like the place I go to every day, and as I walk towards the elevator I spot a room to the right, somewhat like a classroom or training centre, full of people. At first I wondered who they were, and even though I was still in the lobby I knew they had something to do with my employer, then I remembered we hired them to do a phone survey. I was confused by the fact I knew they had worked the day before, training should have already taken place, so why were they here again? Something told me they met every morning for a pep talk and to obtain their assignments and phone numbers for the day. It was at that point I noticed an old classmate from elementary school, not somebody I particularly cared for and don’t recall ever dreaming about. Even in the dream I was confused about that, wondering why she was in my dream.
Beside the elevators were two girls sitting at a portable card table, they appeared to be signing people in but not for security reasons, it was more like a conference or wedding-guest-book type of set-up. One of the girls was wearing a housecoat much the same as a housecoat I have, the only difference was hers was pink and purple vertical stripes and mine is pink and white. I told her about my housecoat and also about Purpleaura’s dream of the women in pink and white striped uniforms, and made a mental note to find out which dream that was when I woke up.
Suddenly I was upstairs in the lunchroom but it had a huge drafting table in the middle of the floor. The accountant (from the Terrorists and Teapots dream, April 22, 2007), and an engineer I barely know and rarely speak to other than “hello” were standing at the table. The engineer was yacking away to me about what I don’t recall. I had just made a pot of coffee and the accountant asked me to top up the cup she had, although it didn’t belong to her but I don’t know whose coffee it was. As I poured I saw I had forgotten to put the coffee in the machine and it was just hot water. The accountant started to walk away and I wanted to tell her it was only water but the engineer wouldn’t stop talking and I couldn’t get a word in edgewise. I finally managed to tell her and she said it was ok, there was already a lot of coffee in the cup and the water only made it hotter, not weaker.
I then made my way to my desk and walked past what looked like a very fancy bar, it had an ornate wooden canopy with some pictures taped to it. One of the pictures showed two female brunette models, twins, dressed in sapphire-blue sleeveless tops made of silk or satin, something shiny whatever it was, and black pants. In the picture next to that they were both pregnant but wearing the same clothes. The tops were way too small and covering only their boobs, while their pregnant bellies were bare as could be. They were very proud to be pregnant and wanted to show it off to the world. The first picture was a professional shot and the second more candid. They were walking down a street but were poised like the Keep on Truckin' guy from the 70's poster only I distinctly remember they were facing the opposite direction from this guy with their right feet forward.
I thought these were very bizarre pictures to have hanging in an engineering firm but then so was the bar and everything else.
Next I'm at home, had just woken up and got out of bed to find a piece of paper and a pen to write this dream down, I knew it was important to remember. For some reason we had a paper recycling box beside the bed full of bright yellow paper, both legal and letter sized (that part stood out), but most of it had writing on it already so I couldn't use it. I was looking all over the place to find anything to write on, an empty smoke pack, whatever. I finally found a piece of paper, got back into bed and wrote down the parts of the dream that stood out the most, the white pants, coffee, pregnant twins, the old classmate and some other things. As I was writing it down I was trying to analyze it, jotting down reminders to tell Purpleaura and to include in this blog. The part that was still confusing me was the classmate and somebody told me not to look at her specifically but her initials, that’s who she represents. They just happen to be JC.
While making notes BWB was yacking at me which was distracting and frustrating as I was losing parts of the dream. I got out of bed and leaned on the dresser, looked out the window and continued to write. He was still talking and I was getting so frustrated I literally began vibrating, my entire body was being shaken in a way that I’ve never felt before and don’t even think I can describe. I somehow knew BWB couldn’t see the vibrating on the outside. All of a sudden I notice a bunch of Jehovah Witness types in the back yard talking and preparing to do something, I haven’t a clue what, probably try to save us. This got BWB’s attention and I was able to finish my notes, I think he went outside to see WTF they were up to in our back yard.
After that I got up and came into our home office, I knew it was Christmas day, to see my monitor was gone. I wasn't too happy about that but BWB was just sitting there beside me smiling away and then said he got me a new kind of monitor. It was a projection model and the lens was in the back of the keyboard and projected onto the wall. I thought it was pretty cool but the walls were in bad shape and the room wasn't orange like it is in waking life but an off-white. There was a crack in the wall and a few dings and it was discoloured from the smoke so I said we would have to get a screen like you would use to watch old home movies or paint the wall white so it showed up better.
I went somewhere else then came back into the office and there's a completely different monitor. This one looked like something you'd see in a submarine. Not that I've ever been in a submarine but I knew that's what it would look like. It wasn't very big, pure black and adorned by all kinds of buttons and knobs, hanging from the ceiling . I wondered what all the buttons were for then looked at BWB’s desk and was happy to see he had his dual monitor set-up as he had hooked up my old monitor to his computer
At some point I saw a vest made of baby bottles which I’ll explain later.
I finally woke up for real and immediately started looking around for this piece of paper I wrote everything on because that part seemed so real. Of course it wasn't anywhere to be seen and the dream started to disappear but I managed to get it back, even though BWB was talking away at me the minute I opened my eyes. All I had to do was picture the notes I made on the paper in the dream and there it was.
The end.
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Okay first of all I don’t normally have lucid dreams like this, not where I know I’m dreaming and can actually make notes, mental or otherwise, of what to look for when I wake up, or get answers to clues right in the middle of the dream. The fact I knew I had to write a blog about it leads me to believe it may be important.
The first thing I thought of after I woke up (besides not being able to find the paper I had just written on) is the coffee. I posted Purpleaura’s tsunami dream in another blog although I couldn’t recall which one. That dream had to do with coffee and birthday cake so any one or the combination of both those items always makes me nervous. Purpleaura’s dream proved to be prophetic as we sadly witnessed a few months later on December 26, 2004. So with that on my mind I recalled a dream from the night before where I was driving through thick whipped-cream-like foam. That’s not all that weird considering I received an email a couple of weeks ago with pictures exactly like the dream, apparently it’s a phenomenon that truly occurs. I couldn’t remember what the foam was referred to as in the article, so I just did an image search for “Foam Ocean”. Much to my surprise it is known as the Cappuccino Coast.
This looks fun! In a rare natural event, the Pacific Ocean on the coast of Australia near Sydney, has turned into what looks to be a huge 30-mile bubble bath!
Dubbed by locals as the “Cappuccino Coast“, the ocean foam (or bubbles) are a result of impurities in the ocean “such as salts, chemicals, dead plants, decomposed fish and excretions from seaweed”.
“It’s the same effect you get when you whip up a milk shake in a blender,” explains a marine expert.
“The more powerful the swirl, the more foam you create on the surface and the lighter it becomes.”
http://aleph28.stumbleupon.com/tag/australia/
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About the baby bottles. A co-worker left on a trip to Pakistan a couple of weeks ago to celebrate the holidays with her parent’s families. She was born in Canada but is of Pakistani origin. Before she left we were talking about the challenges of traveling with an almost two-year-old these days. She said the hardest part was the formula and the bottles, with the new restrictions she had to limit the size and the number of bottles which made things difficult especially on such a long journey. Another co-worker joked how a vest covered in tiny little bottles full of some unknown liquid wouldn’t cause any problems at all at customs. So that’s where that came from, why it showed up in this dream I'm not sure but terrorism did cross my mind or it could simply be referring to Pakistan. Hopefully not in a bad way.
When I was making notes in the dream, one of them concerned the housecoat and which of Purpleaura’s dreams contained the pink and white stripes theme. Somebody in the dream told me it was the Napoleon & Others blog and that proved to be correct (August 14, 2007).
Next I did a search of the blogs to ascertain where I mentioned Purpleaura’s tsunami dream and again to my surprise it was also the Napoleon & Others blog. Purpleaura had been given a box of coffee in that dream. Okay, now I’m a little freaked.
After that I searched our emails for other tsunami-related discussions and one came up with the subject title being the girl at work who went to Pakistan and a 9.3 earthquake. In the earthquake one, Purpleaura was still living in L.A. and I received an email from her and all it said was “I felt THAT one. You can’t help but feel a 9.3”. As far as the co-worker, I of course can’t disclose her true identity but I was awakened in the middle of the night hearing her name very loudly over and over again. Purpleaura did some checking on that and found out one of her names means heaven and the other references a very important eastern philosophical text and “divine writings”. I also mentioned in that email another dream I had of this same person within a couple of days of meeting her, in that one she was bringing me a piece of cake. I don’t normally dream of people I barely know unless they’re going to impact my life in some way. Interesting to note we live exactly a half a mile from each other, our husbands have the same name and their birthdays are a day apart.
Another subject that came up while searching for “tsunami” was the theory I read stating it was entirely possible and highly probable that an unmanned nuclear sub directed to the proper faultline could cause an earthquake of devastating proportions (See Dolphins in the Colorado, April 14, 2007). So that could explain the second monitor. The first one I don’t have a clue about but if it exists it wouldn't be the first time I dreamt of a new invention not yet introduced to the public.
As for the rest of it, it appears somebody at work might be in hot water and some twins are having babies. The weird thing about that is, I knew they were both exactly the same amount of pregnant and both babies would be born the same day. And they appeared to be due any minute. They're probably in the delivery room as we speak.
As far as the weather, that part is true. We haven’t had snow for Christmas in many years. At the moment it’s partially cloudy and 0 degrees (Celsius). That's just not normal when you're 80 miles from the Rockies in December.
Peace and Enlightenment to all.
Well it’s been some time since the last “saga” dream, this morning’s has me a little concerned. As usual the more I look into it the more weirded out I’m getting.
The last couple of days have been a foggy haze, I’ve been sleeping far more than necessary and my body feels like somebody dumped a bottle of Quaaludes into the coffee urn. Purpleaura's been feeling much the same if not worse as are her entire family and most of the people she's talked to the last few days. And some of them are an ocean away. She and her family woke up this morning so ill they quickly opened some gifts and went directly back to bed, putting off Christmas dinner until tomorrow.
Usually when this happens I get the feeling I’m needing to be told or shown something and not until that happens will I feel rested. I had an afternoon “nap” that lasted about 5 hours yesterday, got up around 9:30pm, ate supper, went to bed and woke up at exactly 6am. I promptly fell asleep again and woke up about 9:30 after having this dream, feeling more awake than I have for days.
Miss Scarlet ~ December 25, 2007
It started out at the mall, I had just parked the car and was heading towards the entrance. I happened to look down and noticed a coffee stain in the shape of a ring above my left knee, which might not have been so bad if I weren’t wearing white pants, (I can’t remember the last time I owned a pair of white pants), so I was a little pissed at that. I figured I must have been holding my coffee cup on my lap in the car (which I never do). I got to the doors of the mall and an unknown woman was there and asked if I remembered my coffee cup. I didn’t so I headed back to the car. On the way I looked down at my pants and wondered if the stain was noticeable. There was a slight breeze causing them to flutter and sometimes you could see it and sometimes you couldn’t. The shape was a double ring with the outer ring being whole and the inner ring more of a crescent shape or unfinished circle. I noticed I was also wearing an off-white sweater which I do have in waking life, and didn't think they matched very well as the pants were stark white. As I looked at the sleeve of the sweater blowing in the breeze it changed from off-white to a golden colour and seemed to match the pants just fine. Even though I knew it was Christmas time, it was very warm, the sky was blue, the sun shining brightly and not a speck of snow to be seen anywhere. I wondered why I was wearing a sweater in such warm weather. To top it off I was carrying a jacket, (also a real life thing in navy blue & red), and knew I didn’t need that at all except for the fact I carried my wallet in the pocket (don’t much like purses, always losing them). I noticed the jacket was getting a little worn around the collar and decided it was time for a new one.
I got back to the car, opened the passenger door and climbed in to grab my cup which was sitting on the dash (which it never is because it doesn’t fit). While doing that I heard a clicking noise and wondered what that was, so I looked around out the partially open door and noticed a van parked beside me, can’t recall the colour but it was dark, and a man who appeared to be from the Middle East smoking a joint. The clicking was his lighter. He knew I saw him but didn’t seem to care in the least and he headed off towards the mall. I grabbed my cup and was about to head in the same direction when I was reminded of my coat. I saw it sitting on the floor of the car, partly hanging out the door, and was debating whether I should carry the whole coat or just take the wallet. I was told no matter what I certainly couldn't leave it hanging halfway out the car door or it would surely be stolen. Not sure what I decided but continued on towards the mall, watching the man the entire time. Something about him got my spidy senses going. I wondered if he worked in the mall and thought it not a very bright career move to be smoking a joint as you’re walking in the door. I don’t know if he “heard” me but at that exact moment he extinguished the joint. I got the feeling he had business in the mall, something to do with Radio Shack, but wasn’t sure if that was his place of employment or he was a customer or what he was up to for sure but he was definately suspicious.
Next I'm at work although it looks nothing at all like the place I go to every day, and as I walk towards the elevator I spot a room to the right, somewhat like a classroom or training centre, full of people. At first I wondered who they were, and even though I was still in the lobby I knew they had something to do with my employer, then I remembered we hired them to do a phone survey. I was confused by the fact I knew they had worked the day before, training should have already taken place, so why were they here again? Something told me they met every morning for a pep talk and to obtain their assignments and phone numbers for the day. It was at that point I noticed an old classmate from elementary school, not somebody I particularly cared for and don’t recall ever dreaming about. Even in the dream I was confused about that, wondering why she was in my dream.
Beside the elevators were two girls sitting at a portable card table, they appeared to be signing people in but not for security reasons, it was more like a conference or wedding-guest-book type of set-up. One of the girls was wearing a housecoat much the same as a housecoat I have, the only difference was hers was pink and purple vertical stripes and mine is pink and white. I told her about my housecoat and also about Purpleaura’s dream of the women in pink and white striped uniforms, and made a mental note to find out which dream that was when I woke up.
Suddenly I was upstairs in the lunchroom but it had a huge drafting table in the middle of the floor. The accountant (from the Terrorists and Teapots dream, April 22, 2007), and an engineer I barely know and rarely speak to other than “hello” were standing at the table. The engineer was yacking away to me about what I don’t recall. I had just made a pot of coffee and the accountant asked me to top up the cup she had, although it didn’t belong to her but I don’t know whose coffee it was. As I poured I saw I had forgotten to put the coffee in the machine and it was just hot water. The accountant started to walk away and I wanted to tell her it was only water but the engineer wouldn’t stop talking and I couldn’t get a word in edgewise. I finally managed to tell her and she said it was ok, there was already a lot of coffee in the cup and the water only made it hotter, not weaker.
I then made my way to my desk and walked past what looked like a very fancy bar, it had an ornate wooden canopy with some pictures taped to it. One of the pictures showed two female brunette models, twins, dressed in sapphire-blue sleeveless tops made of silk or satin, something shiny whatever it was, and black pants. In the picture next to that they were both pregnant but wearing the same clothes. The tops were way too small and covering only their boobs, while their pregnant bellies were bare as could be. They were very proud to be pregnant and wanted to show it off to the world. The first picture was a professional shot and the second more candid. They were walking down a street but were poised like the Keep on Truckin' guy from the 70's poster only I distinctly remember they were facing the opposite direction from this guy with their right feet forward.
I thought these were very bizarre pictures to have hanging in an engineering firm but then so was the bar and everything else.Next I'm at home, had just woken up and got out of bed to find a piece of paper and a pen to write this dream down, I knew it was important to remember. For some reason we had a paper recycling box beside the bed full of bright yellow paper, both legal and letter sized (that part stood out), but most of it had writing on it already so I couldn't use it. I was looking all over the place to find anything to write on, an empty smoke pack, whatever. I finally found a piece of paper, got back into bed and wrote down the parts of the dream that stood out the most, the white pants, coffee, pregnant twins, the old classmate and some other things. As I was writing it down I was trying to analyze it, jotting down reminders to tell Purpleaura and to include in this blog. The part that was still confusing me was the classmate and somebody told me not to look at her specifically but her initials, that’s who she represents. They just happen to be JC.
While making notes BWB was yacking at me which was distracting and frustrating as I was losing parts of the dream. I got out of bed and leaned on the dresser, looked out the window and continued to write. He was still talking and I was getting so frustrated I literally began vibrating, my entire body was being shaken in a way that I’ve never felt before and don’t even think I can describe. I somehow knew BWB couldn’t see the vibrating on the outside. All of a sudden I notice a bunch of Jehovah Witness types in the back yard talking and preparing to do something, I haven’t a clue what, probably try to save us. This got BWB’s attention and I was able to finish my notes, I think he went outside to see WTF they were up to in our back yard.
After that I got up and came into our home office, I knew it was Christmas day, to see my monitor was gone. I wasn't too happy about that but BWB was just sitting there beside me smiling away and then said he got me a new kind of monitor. It was a projection model and the lens was in the back of the keyboard and projected onto the wall. I thought it was pretty cool but the walls were in bad shape and the room wasn't orange like it is in waking life but an off-white. There was a crack in the wall and a few dings and it was discoloured from the smoke so I said we would have to get a screen like you would use to watch old home movies or paint the wall white so it showed up better.
I went somewhere else then came back into the office and there's a completely different monitor. This one looked like something you'd see in a submarine. Not that I've ever been in a submarine but I knew that's what it would look like. It wasn't very big, pure black and adorned by all kinds of buttons and knobs, hanging from the ceiling . I wondered what all the buttons were for then looked at BWB’s desk and was happy to see he had his dual monitor set-up as he had hooked up my old monitor to his computer
At some point I saw a vest made of baby bottles which I’ll explain later.
I finally woke up for real and immediately started looking around for this piece of paper I wrote everything on because that part seemed so real. Of course it wasn't anywhere to be seen and the dream started to disappear but I managed to get it back, even though BWB was talking away at me the minute I opened my eyes. All I had to do was picture the notes I made on the paper in the dream and there it was.
The end.
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Okay first of all I don’t normally have lucid dreams like this, not where I know I’m dreaming and can actually make notes, mental or otherwise, of what to look for when I wake up, or get answers to clues right in the middle of the dream. The fact I knew I had to write a blog about it leads me to believe it may be important.
The first thing I thought of after I woke up (besides not being able to find the paper I had just written on) is the coffee. I posted Purpleaura’s tsunami dream in another blog although I couldn’t recall which one. That dream had to do with coffee and birthday cake so any one or the combination of both those items always makes me nervous. Purpleaura’s dream proved to be prophetic as we sadly witnessed a few months later on December 26, 2004. So with that on my mind I recalled a dream from the night before where I was driving through thick whipped-cream-like foam. That’s not all that weird considering I received an email a couple of weeks ago with pictures exactly like the dream, apparently it’s a phenomenon that truly occurs. I couldn’t remember what the foam was referred to as in the article, so I just did an image search for “Foam Ocean”. Much to my surprise it is known as the Cappuccino Coast.
This looks fun! In a rare natural event, the Pacific Ocean on the coast of Australia near Sydney, has turned into what looks to be a huge 30-mile bubble bath!
Dubbed by locals as the “Cappuccino Coast“, the ocean foam (or bubbles) are a result of impurities in the ocean “such as salts, chemicals, dead plants, decomposed fish and excretions from seaweed”.
“It’s the same effect you get when you whip up a milk shake in a blender,” explains a marine expert.
“The more powerful the swirl, the more foam you create on the surface and the lighter it becomes.”
http://aleph28.stumbleupon.com/tag/australia/
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About the baby bottles. A co-worker left on a trip to Pakistan a couple of weeks ago to celebrate the holidays with her parent’s families. She was born in Canada but is of Pakistani origin. Before she left we were talking about the challenges of traveling with an almost two-year-old these days. She said the hardest part was the formula and the bottles, with the new restrictions she had to limit the size and the number of bottles which made things difficult especially on such a long journey. Another co-worker joked how a vest covered in tiny little bottles full of some unknown liquid wouldn’t cause any problems at all at customs. So that’s where that came from, why it showed up in this dream I'm not sure but terrorism did cross my mind or it could simply be referring to Pakistan. Hopefully not in a bad way.
When I was making notes in the dream, one of them concerned the housecoat and which of Purpleaura’s dreams contained the pink and white stripes theme. Somebody in the dream told me it was the Napoleon & Others blog and that proved to be correct (August 14, 2007).
Next I did a search of the blogs to ascertain where I mentioned Purpleaura’s tsunami dream and again to my surprise it was also the Napoleon & Others blog. Purpleaura had been given a box of coffee in that dream. Okay, now I’m a little freaked.
After that I searched our emails for other tsunami-related discussions and one came up with the subject title being the girl at work who went to Pakistan and a 9.3 earthquake. In the earthquake one, Purpleaura was still living in L.A. and I received an email from her and all it said was “I felt THAT one. You can’t help but feel a 9.3”. As far as the co-worker, I of course can’t disclose her true identity but I was awakened in the middle of the night hearing her name very loudly over and over again. Purpleaura did some checking on that and found out one of her names means heaven and the other references a very important eastern philosophical text and “divine writings”. I also mentioned in that email another dream I had of this same person within a couple of days of meeting her, in that one she was bringing me a piece of cake. I don’t normally dream of people I barely know unless they’re going to impact my life in some way. Interesting to note we live exactly a half a mile from each other, our husbands have the same name and their birthdays are a day apart.
Another subject that came up while searching for “tsunami” was the theory I read stating it was entirely possible and highly probable that an unmanned nuclear sub directed to the proper faultline could cause an earthquake of devastating proportions (See Dolphins in the Colorado, April 14, 2007). So that could explain the second monitor. The first one I don’t have a clue about but if it exists it wouldn't be the first time I dreamt of a new invention not yet introduced to the public.
As for the rest of it, it appears somebody at work might be in hot water and some twins are having babies. The weird thing about that is, I knew they were both exactly the same amount of pregnant and both babies would be born the same day. And they appeared to be due any minute. They're probably in the delivery room as we speak.
As far as the weather, that part is true. We haven’t had snow for Christmas in many years. At the moment it’s partially cloudy and 0 degrees (Celsius). That's just not normal when you're 80 miles from the Rockies in December.
Peace and Enlightenment to all.
