I don’t know why I don’t like to post about my dreams until the afternoon… but it just seems to be that way.
The night before last I remember a short bit of my dream. My Husband and I went to visit an old friend of his who ended up in Prison. I haven’t seen the guy in years and I’d only met him once or twice when he wasn’t in prison. Stealing a police car, though, is a pretty bad thing. Anyway, my whole family went as well as my husband (my family has never met him). And to get to the visiting area we had to slide down this big wide concrete slide. It’s hard to describe… it was like a whirligig thing, but horizontal. And the bottom of the slide was so narrow I barely fit, and kept thinking anyone heavier would have a really hard time! Then we met up with my Husband’s friend in a big outdoor area with grass and trees, it was very nice.
Last night… uh oh… dang. Now I forgot, since I was writing about the prior night! I’ll have to see if it comes back to me.