We could not believe that you would not let us in. We all three know you are the #1 Russ Taff Fan and would never do anything to change that. We just wanted to listen and be blessed. (do you feel guilty yet?) Of course, by you telling YOUR Russ to sing louder and turn the music up louder, trying to ignore us, we could hear him better. Thanks! We still love you!

LOL Linda – feast on the crumbs from her table – that was really good!
How are those fire fly bites?

And yes, you are too selfish with us girls. That’s why we’re so screwed up!

(You let your DOG in, and won’t let us in to feast on the crumbs at your table! That’s just not right on so many levels.)

I’m the one with the wild hairdo that looks like she’s been run over by an 18-wheeler. LOLOL If you see two exhausted women walking around, that is probably Wanda and me.

I’m going to G.F.—–are you? You can tell me those stories when I see you! You’ll be the one with your hair pulled out, right? LOL

It’s called stress. I have nightmares about teaching at times. My mentor Brent tells me all the time that it is because of the stress I am under trying to raise 120 kids in 90 days. Remind me sometime when we are at GF or FF and I’ll tell you some doozies!

I used to dream that I’m rushing to school and I’m late! I am terrified of being late, so I’m really hurrying. Then I get to my locker and I can’t remember my locker combination! I’m frantically trying combinations of numbers, but nothing works! I think of trying to go ask my locker partner, but I don’t know where she is and there’s no time anyway! Then I look into the classroom, which is right across the hall, and see the teacher. I’m frantic! I want to go into class, but my homework and books are in my locker! About then, I wake up.

So, what does it mean?

Linda–I love this stuff! I’m one of those people who has recurring dreams. I have one about a house, not a house I have ever lived in, but it’s the same every time I have it. I have particular dreams when I’m really overloaded and stressed and I have those ‘exam’ dreams, you know…taking a test I’m not prepared for.

My friend in FL,who is a shrink, used to sit in my office and compare dreams with me (when we were supposed to be working). I learned a lot from him. He taught me to pay attention to my feelings in my dreams more than their content.
Of course,sometimes I think dreams are just random synapses firing. I don’t guide my life by them or anything.

There is an inner truth you are hesitant to face. The two blogging heroines of yours symbolize personal and professional acceptance to you. You want that very much, but there are limits to what you will do to gain it. Pot smoking is beyond that limit. But you will push the envelope in other areas to gain it—–you are not controlled by other people’s convictions. And yet, there is that constant nagging “inner truth” that bothers you unconsciously. And that truth is……BACON AND POMEGRANATES DON’T MIX! Listen to your stomach! Eat oatmeal for a late night snack next time to avoid all this inner angst.

OK-I love to interpret dreams.It was my favorite part of studying psychology. I’m usually pretty good at seeing the symbolism in my own dreams.

I would say the marijuana reference means you need to look to an inner source for inspiration and not an ‘artificial’ one. Those two particular women have ‘something you don’t have’-yet. Hence the conflicted feeling about not wanting to participate and yet not even being offered the pot. Also-an ‘AHA’ feeling ( kind of unusual in a dream) ‘I can choose my level of participation-and it’s still OK–they still like me.’ I think you worked some stuff out for yourself in this dream.

A playdate (as opposed to something more sophisticated): all of you
have a playful,comedic approach to what you write about. It’s fun–not with the burdens of a ‘regular job’ so I think this dream was acknowledging that.Or reminding you of that.

The only other thing that really strikes me is that you write
for different types of publications–Christian vs. secular. Maybe some questions of acceptance in both arenas? Or how to meld both in a way you are happy with? So some ‘pushing the limits’– if only in your sub-concious?

Alright–I’m through. Did I take this way too seriously?

O.K. Belteshazzar here… I’m going to try to say this without stepping on toes or anything (not knowing too much of the situation) I’m going on an assumption ((you know what happens when you assume – you make an “ass” out of “u” and “me”)) Tori, that you feel the same way I do about drugs… and that is that I’m such a “goody-two-shoes” I was just always so scared to death of them or being around anyone who was enjoying them… (I remember in school if I even smelled pot in the bathroom I wouldn’t even go in there-all day)

Having said that, I’m thinking that you may have insecurities with these two – that perhaps if your paths haven’t crossed lately you are wishing they would have, that perhaps they may be having fun without you… that you are missing that Blogher time together – just going out there and having some Tori time with the girls…. Just my take!

I’m one of those people that say they don’t dream… now they say you dream every night but if you sleep soundly you don’t remember them. But if something broke that sleep, not feeling well or indigestion or whatever – you come to, just enough to be able to perceive the dream…

the only strange dream thing that really stands out for me is – as a teenager I babysat all the time. I had about 4 families that I watched their children when ever the parents went out… sometimes all 8 children combined and sometimes just a family at a time… The Greens down the street from my parents had two girl twins I used to watch… I was good friends with the mom (still am today) One day after school I just had to ride my bike down to their house cause I wanted to tell Eileen of my dream I had about her. I went down and told her that I dreamt “Cork” (her husband) called me to rush down to watch the twins because Eileen has gone into labor and he was taking her to the hospital… When I told her that her mouth just dropped and she looked at me and then told me her news she wanted to tell me… they had just found out she was pregnant with their third child. True story!

I can’t say that I’ve ever had any dreams that involve drugs but believe me, I’ve had some crazy ones myself. Like the time I dreamed I was on an inner tube and was crossing the river near our house on it. (Don’t ask!) The crazy thing is….I had a hymnal in my hand and it was under the water. (I had a piano recital around this time – might be part of the reason why the hymnal was involved. Or maybe I was baptizing the hymnbook – who knows?!?!?). All I know is I made it across the river, sat down on the shore, opened the hymnbook and start looking at the pages when all of a sudden, I get this crazy notion that savages are going to come and jump me and attack me. So I hop on the inner tube and start back across the river. I woke up before I got back across and sat up and thought, ‘What the heck was that?!’ ROTFLMBO It’s crazy how you remember those types of dreams.

Louloulisa