Last night I dreamed that Usher (yes the musician) was my very good friend and he was giving me directions to his new house, and my grandmother who is long passed was driving the car to get to his house but she got on some train tracks and I was trying to get her off of them onto a road to the right of us by steering from the back seat, but it didn't work and I never got to his house. Then I was in an airport with my preacher's wife and other people and kids from our church and we were trying to get the kids boarded onto the plane. Everyone got on but me and the ticket lady would not process my ticket so the plane took off without me. I was very upset; crying and kicking the posts along the line of people, and the lady just walked away to go on break. I went to find a phone and somehow ended up in the laundry room of my house. It was storming outside and the roof had holes in it and the rain was coming through but I just stood there looking at the clothes. There was dirt or cat food or something all over the floor of the kitchen, which connects to the laundry room and I started to sweep it up but it wouldn't go away and there's more I think but I don't remember it.

Now I'm sure there's a meaning in that dream somewhere so if anyone reads this and has a clue, feel free to fill me in. I think dreams are important and we need to pay attention to them. A friend I totally trust once told me that God speaks to me through my dreams, and ever since then I try to pay attention more. Granted sometimes they are just nonsense (like Usher would ever speak to me), but sometimes I think there is a lesson in them if we just know how to look for it. I try to remember my dreams and I would like to say I write them all down in my dream journal but that would be a falsehood, and I encourage people to remember theirs. I know that other people's dreams are boring to most people and I know that when I start rattling off my dreams to my friends I can see their eyes glaze over and their attention swings over to something else, but I don't care, vocalizing sometimes helps me figure it out.

Now that I have officially announced my dork status, I'll just stop talking.