In the first dream that I remember, I was traveling. At first, I was with Mom. We were walking around this building where we were going to be staying. Eventually, we walked down this long hill, with brick walls on both sides. She was able to walk down the whole way, I slid down the hill on my butt part of the way and wondered how I was going to get to the bottom, when Mom said that we should probably just go back up. The whole time, we were talking about how beautiful it was and how the weather was perfect.
The place where we were staying reminded me of an old Mexican adobe home, a very large one. In fact, we didn’t have individual hotel rooms. The home was very intricate with rooms and hallways in all different directions, almost as if it were underground. Every time I turned around, there was another ‘way’ to go. We all shared rooms with the family members, mostly children, of the family who lived there.
I was having a difficult time finding my room, which started with a 4 and was four digits long. I climbed stone steps until I reached what I thought was the fourth floor. None of the rooms had my number on it. As I went down one particular hallway, it took me out on a landing. I remember thinking that it was strange that both the first AND the fourth floors could take me outside to level ground. I roamed around outside for a bit, thinking there might be another building or something with my room number on it.
Eventually, I decided to go back to the main building. I had to cross a creek to get there. I was trying to avoid the water and this log that looked too slippery to walk across. All the time I was still carrying my suitcase. I got mud on my shoes, but otherwise made it just fine.
After I got back to the building and found people I recognized, I asked about my room. They told me it was through the restaurant on the fourth floor. I was able to find it then. My roommate was to be one of the waitresses there, probably 16-17 years old. She was very pretty and a good waitress; I could tell just by watching her for a few minutes. It was then that I got an email from Richard (my boss) asking for directions to where we were staying.
That’s the end of what I remember of the dream.
In my second dream, I was studying something with my friend Terri. (Two dreams in one weekend about Terri. Hmmm.) We needed to cover five chapters. I remember that Jeff was there, only much younger.
We were in my parents’ home. Terri was lying on the couch against the long wall. I was sitting on the floor leaning against the couch where her feet were. And Jeff kept going back to the bedroom and talking to someone, then coming out to us to talk. I wanted to get up to see who he was talking to back there, but I wanted to finish studying first. I thought I had a long way to go, but I was nearly on chapter six. Only four pages left.
Once I finished the four pages, rather quickly, mostly just perusing them, I got up to see who Jeff was talking to in the bedroom. Ben Affleck was in my parents’ bed. He was under the covers and trying to sleep. I don’t know if he was entertained by Jeff or annoyed by him. But it was obvious that he was trying to sleep and couldn’t possibly get to do that with Jeff bothering him. So, I told him that I’d take care of Jeff.
The next thing I remember, Terri and Jeff are discussing math. Apparently, the last chapter that we were studying was about math and Jeff understood it. Ben thought it was strange that someone so young could actually understand that, but I explained that Jeff was really smart and they could be busy for awhile. Oh, by the way, Jeff was wearing a white warm-up uniform, kind of big, but perfectly white.
I then jumped on the bed and kissed Ben, almost like an apology. Then he kissed me back. We started making out, (talk about a dream!) but I remembered that Terri and Jeff were on their last chapter and Jeff would probably be coming back in soon to talk to Ben. So, I told Ben that we’d have to wait until Terri and Jeff left. I’m not sure why I thought that Jeff would be leaving with Terri, but I did.
While waiting, I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a few pieces of fresh pineapple from a bowl on the kitchen counter. That was right after I left Ben in the bedroom saying, ‘Don’t forget where we were.’ To which he replied, ‘Oh, don’t worry.’ He got up; I got up. I don’t know where he went or what he did, but I went into the kitchen for pineapple. That’s all I remember about that dream.
