Friday, May 04, 2007

The worst nightmare ever

I had the worst nightmare I've ever had in my life early this morning. I've decided not to go into details because to put it into black and white would remind me of it more, but suffice to say, something very bad happened to Stella. It was such a horrible dream that when I woke up I couldn't even really cry, although I was relieved it was just a nightmare. Luckily Stella woke up about 2 minutes after I had it, so I was able to go get her and hold her and get some really good cuddle time which helped me forget about it. But it is so frightening what your subconscious can hold!

I'm sure this has something to do with the fantastic play I saw last night, Women of Lockerbie. It was brilliantly acted and a really moving and well-written play. But it was all about a mother who could not move past the grief of losing her son in the Pan Am 103 bombing over Lockerbie, Scotland. It was really about an entire city who couldn't shake the grief and it was drama done right, I tell you that.

And on a completely different topic, I forgot to blog about how much freakin' fun we had last weekend! My parents watched Stella while we went to Dog and Duck Friday night with Bill, Jessica and Sean and Anna, who'd all come to see Anton. (Anna's parents were in town.) The Flarsons and us could not believe that we were at a bar. Who even knew they still existed?! I for one had missed them, to be sure. I also ran into peeps from Blue Fish, it felt good to talk to them and I found out they are still having happy hours and I'm going to try and go to them again.

Then Saturday night was Tara's excellent birthday party. I was so tired I thought I'd barely make it to midnight. WRONG! We were there until after 2am. We've just got such great friends, it was hard to leave! We had the most fun winding yarn, playing wii, eating Jeff's fabulous food and having great conversation, including learning about bizaarro Ian's handcuff related injury. I really must dig up bizaaro Ian's email address and add him to the party invite list. He and his girlfriend Mary seem worth violating the "only one person for each name in a group" rule. (There really isn't such a rule, I just made it up.)

This is the band photo for Saturday night. Doesn't it look like Bizaaro Ian is shooting death rays at Susann and she is trying to fight him off with a smile?

1 comment:

Jooley Ann said...

I hate those kinds of dreams. :( I hope you're past it. Sometimes they can stick around for days, you know?