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Saturday, January 9, 2010

Life Aquatic?

I like the movie Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou...I have it edited.  Somehow I thought I was in that movie last night.

We were in the ocean.  Don't ask me how we could breathe.  Sometimes we were under water for a long time.  We were exploring new places and we were looking for the Jaguar shark (it's in the movie).  This other big shark came along.  It was going for the bait we left it and when it opened it's mouth wide - 4 just smaller sharks came out of it's mouth in succession.  Like those Russian dolls that fit together - smaller, smaller, smallest...  Anyway, it was nothing like the Jaguar shark - but it was really wide instead of long.  Then we decided to hide in this little cave under the ground we were standing on.  It was small in there and there were small fish swimming around and we were nervous about what else might be in there.  I had to stay by the hole we came in.  I was thinking, "I forgot to tell Share that another thing that scares me is small places - especially when I'm afraid they could cave in.  I don't like this at all.  I have to get out.  Please let the shark be gone - I can't breathe in here."  Then at some point we were wandering around the ship and it seemed like there were lots of waves and so we were moving over to another ship - while still sailing.  There was this mesh walk way thing they had held between the two boats.  As I tried to walk across it with Bryce (remember that there are really big waves), a big wave came up and, like, flipped us way up into the air.  As I was flying up into the air and coming back down I thought, "I forgot to tell Share that I'm afraid of falling, too."  My stomach was all tense.

Share, this dream blog is invading my dreams. :)

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Who's my gr'pa???

Ok, I only have the bizzarro dreams when I go back to sleep in the morning and this morning I had a real winner!
I was at mom and dad's, but it was some strange place I'd never seen and this old, white haired man was there. He was sitting in dad's recliner with him, which I thought was really weird. Dad could tell, so he explained by introducing me to his father. It wasn't the gr'pa I knew, so after some small talk I went into the kitchen and asked mom who the heck that man was. She told me that apparently Chinook had this deep dark secret that it was a free f-bomb (that's right! mom dropped it!) zone and dad really didn't know who his father was because his mom had so many different partners. I felt so bad for dad and I thought, no wonder he was so crabby all these years. How awful not to know who your father was. But heck, in this day and age that was an easy fix. He should just take that man and they should both have a DNA test, but realized it was probably too expensive. This lead to thoughts of other solutions, like physical appearance. There was no question Norm was gr'pa's son because he looks so much like him, but dad didn't really look like this new guy at all. This man looked like... this total island playboy; tan, not very tall, very handsome with fine, refined features and thick, full, white, wavy hair like Pres. McKay's. What a dilemma!
Then I was sitting on a recliner couch reading old letters I had written and the recliner foot part went down and all the papers fell all over the floor. I was talking to my brother, but I don't know who he was. And that's all I remember.