Dreams....

Okay, so some of you may have heard of my dream about Taylor Williams when I was at Camp Barnabas. I don't remember if I ever put it up on here. Well, I had an almost as unique dream about Savannah Hoover on Saturday night.

Vana, a few random adults and I were walking around a big corner... It seemed to take forever to turn it. As we started turning, we saw hundreds of rats on the ground. Most of them were dead. We literally had to walk on our tip-toes around the rats because there were so many of them. On top of many of them being dead, some of their heads were chopped off and their noses were sticking up in the air. It was almost like their bodies were buried under the ground. There were a few rats that were alive (some white, but mostly black), and they would carry some of the dead rats around in their mouths and throw them at times. It was positively disgusting and I was wondering how I was handling this. Just then, Vana started to scream and got freaked out. I immediately ran on my tip-toes over to her and picked her up. I continued to "walk" through the rats the best I could and I told her "You know what Vana? I am only able to handle this because of you." It was one of those times where I am scared as an adult, but once I realize a child has to go through it, it is amazing the strength and courage I get.... It's almost like the strength comes from them even though it's out of a desire to protect them..... Finally, we made it through, and all was well. I came home that night and the next morning I told my roommate about it and she said, "Oh, I've been there before. It was really gross."

Well... I decided to tell my roommate in real life the next morning.. and sure enough, she's never experienced anything like that before. Shocker!

Well, that was dream # 1... Now for dream # 2:

I was meeting up with my friend Sarah to go to the Warren Barfield concert. We were going to meet up at our seats, and I got there a lot earlier. When I got there, I saw Warren and we started chatting. We sat down and talked and talked and talked. We talked about everything. I mentioned how it must be hard to be in a relationship with someone due to his musical career and touring. He responded with that he was living in AZ that he's really not on tour for that long. He asked me to make something for one of his family member's birthdays. I told him he would have to remind me and so we would have to exchange contact information. There came a point where my countenance changed. He noticed and asked what was going on. I told him nothing even though it was that I realized I was going to miss him when he was on tour. Our time was hardly interrupted by people asking him questions about the set. There was a short time where a bunch of kids took our seats at our stadium height table, so he said, "let's just sit down here". Well, it was time for his show to begin, so I started to head up to my seat where Sarah would be. I saw my mom and told her about how long Warren and I talked. She said, "See, I always told you that you guys would be perfect together". Instead of going to my seat and finding Sarah, I sat in an empty section by myself not realizing it wasn't where my seats were. I just wanted to watch him right then. I saw the bathroom and decided it was time to go. I went in without looking. After I was in my stall and finished (in this 3 level bathroom), I opened the door and saw one of my co-workers standing at the urinal. Sure enough, I went into the men's restroom. I stood there baffled as to what I should do. I looked down on the steps of the stall next to me and I see my teammate Sarah from Northern Ireland. She was sleeping. I woke her up to say hi and she said that she didn't know what to do either. She did the same thing I did. When we were contemplating how we would leave, a cleaning lady told us would could crawl through the ceiling. That is just about when my dream ended.....

Yet, today, I woke up missing Warren. It's so weird, I haven't listened to his CD in a long time. I still love his music and everything, but I have been listening only to Spanish radio (107.1!) so that I can get used to being around it more and hopefully pick up some Spanish that I have lost.

Are these dreams worthy of being interpreted? Does anyone want to try?