Milk, Sugar, Cheese, Coffee.... Where's The Coffee?

I make a list. I look through the fridge and the cupboards. I check everything. I plan meals for the week and list every ingredient I don't have on the list. I double check. I triple check. I make sure every possible thing is on my list.

So WHY do I forget something every time I go grocery shopping? I shop by the list, crossing off each item as I place it in the cart. Oh sure, I buy a few extras, chips, cookies, etc. But no matter how careful I am, I always forget some critical thing.

So then I am stuck with a pantry full of food and nothing to eat. Because whatever ingredient I miss is somehow needed for everything. This time I forgot the coffee. How could I forget to buy coffee? I live on the stuff, I drink around a pot a day. I know when I am getting low. It is always the first thing on my list, followed by sugar and creamer.

So this time I forgot coffee, now I need to run back up to the store to get it or I will not be fit company for anyone tomorrow. Last time I forgot cheese. And of course, just about every meal I had planned on required cheese. So tons of food in the cupboards, and nothing to make. Cereal for dinner just doesn't seem to satisfy.

I have tried shopping without a list, with a list, by section, and by aisle. I have spent hours in the grocery, making sure to look at every item for sale, making sure I got everything I need. None of it works. I always forget something. And it is never anything silly, like a pack of cookies, or a box of dog treats. Nope, it is never something trivial, the thing I forget is always a critical ingredient.

I could plan a weeks worth of meals, trying not to repeat any ingredient in the recipes. Nope, somehow I would need something to cook them all, and sure enough, that would be the thing I forget.

Hmm, I already know the pets are plotting against me, and that damn chair is out to get me... now I think the grocery is siding with them. They are all in this together, I bet. I KNOW I put coffee on the list, but checking it now, it is nowhere to be found. I bet the chair told the puppycat to erase it while I was getting my shoes on. And somehow the grocery store hid the coffee, even though I walked right past where it should have been to get the sugar.

That must be it, it has to be. They must all be plotting against me. Because there is no way I would just forget... is there?

It Was In Bed With Me!

Not that long ago, maybe a few months or so, I had a relatively normal day. Played on the computer, watched some TV, etc. Ducky went to bed at his usual time and I stayed up longer, like I always do. A couple hours later, I was finally ready to sleep. Let the dogs out for the last time, checked their water, got ready for bed. Nice and sleepy, ready to lay down and get a good nights rest. Little did I know what was coming that night.

I turned off the lights and crawled under the covers, knowing my puppycat would be along shortly as he always comes to bed when I do. I laid there for a moment, then noticed that the sheet that was covering me was wrinkled. I find crumpled covers annoying so I shook them out and straightened them.

Right after I got the sheet and blankets arranged properly, I felt a hair on my hip. Sighing at the dogs for shedding in my bed, I brushed my hand over my hip and rubbed a bit as the hair tickled some.

Umm, a hair isn't round and solid. What the hell? There is something on me! I sat up fast and turned to kneel on the bed and reached over and turned on the light.

A spider was on my bed, trying to crawl up to hide under my pillow. Now, I am severely phobic of spiders, so at this point I couldn't breathe or move. And this wasn't a little spider, it was bigger than a quarter, hairy and black. All I wanted to do was run out of the room, screaming my head off. But all I could do was reach over and shake Ducky awake.

He was sound asleep and had no idea of what was going on. I couldn't tell him because I still couldn't breathe. So I simply sat there watching this spider crawl away from me while I shook and pointed. Ducky finally saw it and woke enough to realize what it was. He got up, got some tissue and disposed of the horrid thing.

What he did next astonished me. He brushed a few remaining spider legs off the bed, turned off the light, and laid down to go back to sleep. I wasn't nearly so calm. Needles to say, I didn't stay in bed. I went back to my computer and sat their until well after the sun came up.

Once it was light enough to see, I finally tried to go back to bed. But not before using a flashlight to make absolutely certain that I was the only thing in the bed.
Even now, months later, I still check the bed before I get into it, and the memory of that spider crawling right on me still causes the occasional sleepless night.

As children, we believe the monsters can't get us if we hide under the covers. But for me at least, that isn't true. For me, the monster was under the covers, just waiting for me to come to bed.

If Ducky hadn't been there, I would be sleeping in my chair or on the couch to this day, and that spider would have had the bed to itself.

I still can't believe it was in bed with me! *Shudders*

And Then The Computer Melted!

First, I was in the park, throwing bread into the pond for the ducks. Something moved in the water and the ducks flew away. Suddenly, I was at Wal-Mart, shopping for a gift, but I couldn't find the right thing. The scene changed and I was at a friend's house, but it didn't look like their house. I went to ask them what they were doing, and then the computer melted!

That was one of my dreams last night. I had a few others that I remember, but every one of them was weird or didn't make sense. Isn't it amazing what your mind comes up with while you sleep?

Yet, in the dream, it all seems normal. A friend who normally has blond hair can have green hair in a dream, and it seems right. Your house could have extra rooms, or be in a totally different location, and that is correct. Then we wake up, and we wonder, "What the hell was that all about."

Dreams have fascinated the human race as long as we have existed. People vary from the opinion that dreams mean something to the opinion that dreams are meaningless. Books have been written and people have made a living giving meanings and definitions to dreams. We are endlessly looking for reasons and sense in our dreams.

Sometimes it seems that what we dream about comes true. Or maybe we realize a solution to a problem from a dream. Once I remember I had the same dream every night for a month, about a cave with creatures in it. A few weeks after this dream stopped, a new show, called Fraggle Rock, was aired. It was about muppet creatures that lived underground in caves. Precognition? Prophesy? Or did I just see a commercial telling about the premier of this show and not remember seeing it?

Some people dream in color, others say they can smell or taste things in their dreams. Some, like me, remember dreams, others claim they never dream.

We may never know why or how we dream, if they mean anything or not, but we all dream. And our dreams can be unsettling, vivid, unrealistic or forgotten, but they are there.

I wonder if we will ever know why we dream. Or how our minds come up with these disconnected stories. Regardless, I find it amazing that we can dream.

So tell me, do you dream? Do your dreams make sense? What is the weirdest dream you remember having? Comments are open, share your dreams. Am I the only one that dreams this weird stuff?