So Martha and I were on the way to get some type of portable CD recorder for her at Dury’s. Dury’s is actually a photo and imaging processing store. I think they sell cameras too. The CD recorder may have been some adaptation to store pictures from her camera. Not sure.

We are not in Nashville. The streets are very busy and congested it was afternoon rush hour. The buildings were all fairly tall city buildings in a very dense area. For some reason we pull over and park at a store—not Dury’s. I believe Martha had to go to the bathroom. So we do whatever it is we needed to do there and we decide to try and walk to find Dury’s. We know it’s somewhere in the vicinity but not sure where. Martha suggests we go somewhere else first that she sees in the distance—don’t remember what it was. We go there. Then as we are leaving we notice Dury’s across the street. Isn’t it great that we decide to come here we both thought! We were going in the right direction and Dury’s is right there! It is dusk now. We go to Dury’s and the recorder is there. She buys it and we leave.

Then, Martha decides we should go over and see what these crazy boys are doing across the street. So we go. It is dark now. I can’t remember all of the dream but we end up hanging out with these rockers and partying on the street. I remember one guy had a camera and a very bright light and he kept shining it on us. Martha was happy to be there. I think I was ready to go.

I need to right these down as soon as I wake up so I’ll remember more.

Last night I was at my boss’ house. She needed me to run an errand for her. So I left her house and went immediately to the gas station as I was out of gas (as I am currently). I pulled in and my car died. I didn’t even get up to the pump. Out came two of the gas station workers all dressed in gas station garb—tan full body jumpsuits. There was also a repair garage attached. And, it just happened to be a school classmate and her brother. I have NO idea what brought these two into my dream. Somehow we got my car to the gas pump and I remembered that I didn’t have any money (as I don’t right now). I didn’t have any cash nor any money in the bank. What was I to do?

I asked my classmate if I could punch in the credit card number at the pump instead of using the actual card. She thought it would work as long as I knew the CID number. So I used my bosses credit card number—she won’t mind, I thought. I keyed in the numbers because I know them by heart (for real). I keyed in the expiration date and the CID number as requested. Then, it had a fourth step. It gave me a choice of stuff that the credit card holder did this week. One was the correct answer. I can’t remember all of them but it was something like: a) went to the doctor b) took a test at the …. c) bought some deodorant at Walgreens and so on…. There were five choices. Whatever I chose was wrong. So no gas for me. My classmate was gone after that, but I remember seeing her brother roaming around. I went into the gas station and out several times. I was there for about 2 hours fretting about what to do. Her brother put five dollar bills in my purse. The dream was over.

So last night I went to visit my friend Megan. …In Iraq. It was a very weird light of day, like tornado weather. Megan was with a group of video journalists (probably about 20), although they didn’t have cameras because they were undercover and couldn’t let the armies know who they were. We were down in trenches and I thought maybe they had hidden their cameras in the bushes above the trenches, but their boss told me that they had to remember everything and repeat once they got back to the “Company”--reference to Heros.

We were slightly hidden in some jungles (??), but beyond the jungle was all of the fighting and you could hear blasts and gunshots. And there were people everywhere, but they were all being very quiet and sneaky so they wouldn’t get noticed if the Iraqis came to the jungle.

The boss/leader was showing me around. He was native and was very leery of me at first. I’m not sure why I was there or why I was visiting. The boss pointed over to the left and told me that those were the Inca Indians (all dressed in white). He told me that they were local and wouldn’t harm us. Seems like we got in a boat and went somewhere on the water….

Then, all of a sudden—we were in the lunch line. Everyone was telling me what you all did on any given day. In fact, I think I remember asking the question, "what do you do on any given day. " That was it after the lunch line—we didn’t even eat. It was very strange—but so vivid. It feels like I was there!!!


Then, I had a dream that my cats had rabies, went wild and were trying to kill me.