Dad and Val

Photography


Here is a picture of my dad and his wife, Val when we were at dinner near Fisherman’s Wharf. I think this is such a great picture of them. You would never guess that they got up at 3am to catch the plane 🙂 .

I don’t know if you can see it but the waiter’s shirt says “Itchin’ for crabs.” Good Lord. I didn’t notice that shirt at the time.

I haven’t been very good at posting a photo a day for the past few months 😦 . I think I will get back into it again now that I have installed this awesome WordPress Plugin called Photopress.

What on earth could this mean?!?

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This is probably one of the strangest things that has happened to me. If anyone out there in blogland knows anything about dream interpretation, have at it. I’m stumped.

This morning I had a really strange dream. It was right as I was waking up and it took me forever to get out of bed. I’ve been really groggy all morning, too. It was one of those awful anxiety dreams. My mom e-mailed me this morning, telling me about things going on with her today, so I replied and decided to tell her about my dream. Here is my e-mail to her:

I’m not feeling very well today. I had a horrible dream this morning right as I was waking up. I dreamt that my car got stolen and then when I called 911 and the officer asked what my license plate number was I couldn’t find the number on my palm pilot and I didn’t have the number memorized and I just kept looking and looking. To make things worse, there was someone waiting to use the pay phone I was using so I felt pressure to hurry up and give the information. It was one of those awful anxiety dreams.

Some things that I didn’t add to my e-mail:

  • I was in an unfamiliar neighboorhood
  • I was by myself
  • It was getting dark out by the time I got to where I had parked my car
  • I was walking from some kind of institution, like a school

Okay, so my mom writes me back:

This is very weird. I had a similar dream last Saturday night, actually it was Sunday morning right before I woke up. I dreamt that my car got stolen, I was parked at some school setting, it was kind of an institution-like setting. I left the building to go to the parking lot and I couldn’t find my car. I am always loosing my car in parking lots, so I didn’t think anything about it. I wandered all around the parking lot, then remembered that there was a parking lot on the side of this instution, I wandered all over around it, it was beginning to get dark, and I still couldn’t find my car. I then went to a back parking lot, behind the building. It was almost empty, but there were a few cars way off in the distance, I thought that surely my car was down there. I walked and walked, it was getting darker and darker, there were three cars parked, but mine wasen’t one of them. I then went back inside the building, walked though what seemed to be a gymnasium setting, as there were echos around me when I walked, there was no one inside, went into an office area and reported that my car had been stolen. No one assisted me and so I tried to call 911 on my cell phone. My cell phone would not work, and seemed to be broken. A mexican looking man gave me a phone to use, it was an old fashioned phone like from the fifties. I called 911 and spoke to an officer, he asked me for my license plate number, and I didn’t know it, so I tried to call Pat for help, and couldn’t get in touch with him. I think I woke up then. It was very strange. I used to dream that my jeep got stolen when I had it. I wonder how some one would interperet a dream like that. It definetelly has something to do with stress.

WTF?!? My mom and I had the same dream! This has got to mean something