Hey My Favorite Person -

Okay here is the situation... I went over to Vancouver I tell you all about "The Problem" Which I ask you for your ADVICE "once again"

Okay I do not know if I have ever mentioned Narda to you before? She is 57? 58?? Years of age... And I met her originally at a Women's Help Group... Her and I gelled right off - I liked her warped sense of humour - "Almost" as warped as mine...???

I think that it has been 3 years (??) that I have known her??? So that is the background...

The arrangement was that Narda was to pick me up at the ferry terminal (which she did) and I was to stay at her place... Which I did... But what occurred during the night was just sleeping over and talking... Late into the night...

Other than Narda is a CHRONIC chain smoker... She lives in a 1bedroom condo. Which while she is chain smoking has like each window open like 5 cm.'s (if that) So by the time that we were to go to bed I was basically inhaling NON-AIR. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Or rather non-oxygenated air...

Add to that, Narda to get to sleep? Turns UP her tv and leaves it on ALL NIGHT LONG So she can sleep. Needless to say I could NOT sleep???

So I woke up quite unslept and grumpy... So I said to her, "Why do you sleep with the fucking tv on LOUD all night long?"

Narda suffers some 100's of physical ailments - Obesity (severe), chronic depression, ADHD, chronic complainer AND every negative thing that happens to her? Is the other person's fault (i.e. never her own).

So I said to her, "I think why you have so many physical ailments is that because you do not let your mind "sleep" shut down completely at night - You body does not have any 'recovery'/rest time. Hence 100's of physical ailments. I suggest that at most you should have a background noise machine, not a FUCKING BLARING TV."

She told me to shut up that she was not listening to my suggestions, that she has slept that way for the last 30 years and was not going to change now.

So she quickly dressed and left me on my own in her condo - Which while I was left alone, a fax came thru, but the fax machine ran out of ink (of course) and I could not fix it, no ink refiller resource.

So I left went to the apointment and since then? I have called her twice to say I had to come back to Vancouver - Would she like to connect for dinner? Or what not? And she has not returned my calls? Usually she would call me back before I would hang up??????????

So I ask you - What do I do now? I tried her home number (She has a cell phone too) today to see if she was okay - And immediately the fax beeeeeeeeeeeep sound came on (She has a separate number for the fax number so I do not know why the fax number comes on immediately?) When I was calling her home number?

So what do I do at this point? Oh a bit more - Originally she had Wednesday off and was supposed to come over and see my home? Hence why I was calling her?

Oh the physical ailment that Narda was dealing with? She has 3 teeth left in her mouth - And she was over and over tugging on a tooth - Hoping to remove it? Because it was hurting her so badly? She kept on begging me to pull it out? Which I refused to? But she kept on tugging on it, or moving it around? Hoping to loosen it enough for it to fall out???

So all in all, I have not heard a PEEP from her? What is your solution to this?

I do not know what to do???????? Or how to react?

Dream;

I was in a house, looking outside from a big bay window (for reference of Where was I?) I could just see flaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat land. So I quickly concluded that I was back in the Prairies.

I turned, slowly, and looked around teh room that I was in. The word that came quickly to mind was that the room was very "comforting". With floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, instead of walls. 3 of the 4 walls (other than the big bay window).

So the house "owner" was either a varacious reader or an actual writer. Hmmmmm...

I still did not know where or rather, whose, house I was in.

I was in a daybed, with a thick, white comforter and facing the bright bay window. Lovely. Everything white wood, so very bright. Lovely. Big pillows.

I continued looking around the room, trying to decide whose house I was in? I could not.

As the light brightened outside, I saw flowers outside, a rainbow of flowers. Beautiful, and obviously great care was taken of the flowers outside. Blowing in the soft winds of the prairie.

Whose house was I in?

Then a door opened into the room, I glanced towards it. As I did so, I sat up in bed, rearranging the pillows and enjoying the softness of both the pillows and the comforter. Again, all white.

I glanced at the doorway - RICKY HILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The love of my youth!!!!!!!!!

My very early youth, being my first "love" of a ten year old's heart.

The memories flooded back as I continued to stare at Ricky. Absently I noticed that he was smiling his "Ricky" smile at me. Waiting?? In the doorway.

But the memories flooded over me, so neither of us spoke.

I could see my 10 year old self sitting on a large rock, in the middle of a bike path, trees everywhere, and the quietness of a Prairie summer day. Sobbing. Loudly. The extremely dramatic and exhausting tears of a ten year old girl can only cry.

The reason being that my step-father chose to move the family from everyone dearest to me. To a small, extremely small! If not out-right Hicktown. One main road town? Ewwwwwwwww!!!

It might as well have been a move to another planet, it felt so foreight. Moving from a city to a country town with One Main Road. Ugh.

The tears continued.

In the utter completeness of my tears and unhappiness, I did not hear "Ricky" ride up. So he seemed to just "appear." Magically to a ten year old girl, sobbing so very dramatically, unaware of her surroundings.

Right beside me, he spoke, "Why are you crying?"

I jumped, almost tumbling from my rock boulder and dared a glance at my intruder. With every intention to hate this Intruder on first glance and to secondly, scare him away with my Evil Eye.

Instead I viewed the MOST BEAUTIFUL BOY sitting quite casually on his bananaseated golden, sparkly bicycle. With big U-handlebars. Very cool to a ten year old tomboy girl!!!

I also noticed his brightest red afro of hair, but it looked right on him. Any other colour would have been just... Wrong. The smile felt that it was...

Just for me. And green eyes. Green eyes.

Sigh.

I was instantly and Forever.

In Love.

As only a 10 year old girl can be.

Instantly.

With his smile intact, he once again asked, "Why are you crying??"

The whole story burst forth, words upon words bursting forth. How he understood me, I never knew. But in my telling of moving from my city, from my beloved aunties, uncles, cousins and so forth - To me being alone now, not knowing anyone and scared - That this was not the city, it was like one main road??

And on-and-on...

Somewhere in my tale of woe, unnoticed by me, Ricky had climbed off of his bike and had sat down beside me. Yet I continued to tell of my sadness, and tears. He whispered as he was now very near, "May I kiss you?"

As Ricky was very much 14. To him, I was a damsel - in distress. And damsels, needed kissin'. Which he was very willin'

Me, being "all of 11", had NEVER had an older boy notice me in "that" way before. The question instantly stopped - My tears, my words and made me turn my full attention on the beautiful, colourful boy seated now very much beside me.

On my boulder rock.

"You want to kiss - Me???" It was a magical and very new thought for me.

As I had, before this very moment, grown up in a world of cousins (male and female) or aunts and uncles, grand-parents, being asked to kiss. Was very much New.

Before this question of kissin', I was "just" one of the cousins. If not almost one of the boy-cousins, as I was such a tomboy. And boy-cousins, much less boy-tomboy cousins did NOT do kissin'!!

I remember it was I that did the leanin' forward to receive the kissin'.

I also remembered how very tightly I had closed my eyes. What I was so afraid of seeing I do not know??

And I very much remember feeling the softness of his lips - against mine.

The kiss lasted forever - Forever into memory land, that is.

His lips were so very soft, full and stayed near mine in a very dream-like way. I was not anytime soon leanin' anytime away.

Nosiree!!

My eyes flew open as it was he that withdrew from the kiss.

I wanted it to - to - never - - End.

Once again Ricky leaned towards me, and my heart raced as I thought, another kiss!!! Yay!! Instead he whispered, "Beautiful Girl? It will be alright - From this day on, I will be Your Special Secret Kissin' Friend and I have 2 sisters that are twins - That I know will be your best friends."

I smiled, tears long forgotten, believing my beautiful special kissin' friend.

Ricky stood up, reached down for me, and spoke, "Besides that, you are MUCH MUCH MUCH to pretty to be so sad."

My beautiful friend thought I was pretty. My world became a rainbow of colour that day. Forever altered.

Ricky continued to smile at me, as he picked up his bike, nodded as I did the same with my bike. Then he quickly rode away, calling over his left shoulder, "Follow me!!!"

Like there was any question???

Ricky had me, my heart and my devotion - For life. As he was My Very First Soft Kiss.

Which tasted quite minty, I thought, as I pedaled after him.

Ricky jabbered all the way to his house. I don't remember a word. I just remember, very clearly, watching him, as if from very far away. A dream - perhaps? I was in love. Smitten. Instantly.

All too soon we were at his house, therefore no longer "alone", and girls!! Were rushing out of the house - Screaming for Ricky! Ricky!!! Who's your friend? Where did you meet her? How?

8 years of fast friendship began that day. Yes the twins Instantly became my Bestest Buds. No questions asked.

But with Ricky? As I grew "up" he NEVER asked me "out". He was more like my "protective" older 1/2 brother. every time I arrived at the Hill home.

Before I entered the Hill home, Ricky would instantly "appear" - showering me with kisses. Telling me, whispering how beautiful I was, all the while kissin' me soundly. Making me gasp with breathlessness. That first kiss never "quite" forgotten.

Ricky continued to be that boy hero for me. Seeming to be on the outside, but near, my world. He would be seated at the other end of the country dance halls, I entered, with his sisters. Yet he never asked me to dance. Yet sometime during the evening - He would"find" me in a corner and shower me with kisses - Telling me how very beautiful I was that night. In fact the ONLY beauty in the hall that night.

Of which I would return to the dance, not noticing another boy in the dance hall. My boy hero was there that night and I was beautiful.

The twins never noticed their bother - Who notices their Brother???

Yes everything was golden - Like that young boy on his golden bike.

All of these memories cascaded thru my mind - Instantly as I saw Ricky in the doorway.

I giggled, a carefree giggle, feeling 10 and protected again. Even though I was a woman of 40 in his daybed. "So Ricky, it's your home I am in?"

"Yes and I am here to serve My Beauty."

It was only then that I noticed he was standing there with a tray - Coffee mugs and croissants.

Ricky placed it on a small table by the daybed and it instantly crystalized in my mind that I had never slept with this man! Yet I was in "his" bed. His daybed, mind you, but "his" bed. In my pj's. Sexy.

I looked up at him and said, "Ricky, you have not changed at all. Still very, very beautiful and golden."

He smiled at me, "Much less hair - No more afro."

I smiled at him, "Still beautiful Ricky. To me."

The smile continued, "Your coffee??"

"Just cream, please."

He turned towards a bookshelf, "I have something to show you."

He looked over several of his books, pulling out a book, smaller than the rest and a light pink cover with a single red rose on its cover, "Here it is."

He handed me the book, "I wrote about you and it was published."

"ME??!! But - But - You never asked me out Ricky. Why was that?"

"I was waiting for you - To ask me."

Ricky left the room silently as I read the book. Shocked it was about me.

THE DREAM SLIPPED AHEAD - MINUTELY -

I was now dressed and walking towards his kitchen. Where I found all kinds of ecclectic pieces of art, large kitchen, again white. A large skylight overhead. Plants, flowers everywhere, yet it retained manliness.

But it was the original pieces of artwork (metal) that caught my eye. I was playign with a turning, twirling art piece; black metal with flowers that burst forth at the top, of colour. Variety of coloured flowers. All metal though. Quite fetching.

Ricky entered the kitchen.

I smiled and said, "Yours?"

"Yes."

I leaned against the counter, as I sipped my coffee, watching him. Realizing I loved this man with every fiber of my being. Why I was still single at 40. Was fr this man. "Ricky, why did you never ask me out?"

"I answered you - Because I was waiting for you - To - Ask me. YOU NEVER DID."

I leaned towards him, warapping my arms around him, whispering against his lips, "I am asking now."

I kissed Ricky with all of the love I knew that I felt. From the very first ten year old's moment. Of meeting this man. My red, golden boy hero.

The warmth of that first kiss was not lost.

DREAM INTERPRETATION?

I have never seen Ricky past Graduation/His. Or in my adult life. But it is VERY interesting that in my dream he is successful in everything. But it beaning Artistically. Yet he was still Manly. Published poet/author, artist, avid gardener (apparent in the abundance of flowers found looking out every window).

Although I did not note in the dream above, how he was dressed. Casual jeans, dark blue, if not black, and a flannel shirt.

Ricky was still very easy to talk to, immediately. Perhaps that "immediate connection" Or spark? Was love? Realized? At last? Long lost, but found? At last? A second chance??

Dunno... INTERPRETATION ANYONE??????

http://www.wizeoldphart.com/

Awhile back I was grocery shopping (SaveOn Foods/Surrey **plug!!! where's my **FREE** food LOL) And there was an author there to sign/sell his books.

He handed me a bookmark; (and I will type EXACTLY what is on the bookmark)

The GOOD WEEDS

A GREAT GIFT

AUTHOR WAYNE RUSSELL

1193 Caroline Road

Box 3397 RR#2

Clearwater, B.C. VOE 1N0

1-250-587-6404

barwaynerus@yahoo.com

www.wizeoldphart.com

PLACE AN ORDER, I WILL SIGN AND SEND

And he is as good as his word! I now have his book and it brings back "memories" for me and laughter. It is a MUST-READ if you want to know about life BEFORE Nintendo, cell phones, even electricity!

Let me transcribe my favorite story (so far) in the book ((I am sure Wayne won't mind)) This story made me chuckle because this is soooooooooooooo "Prairie" thinking. Or rather my Grandmother's way of thinking - This "Mom" could be my Grandmother -

NO EASY LIFE

One day, while doing her chores, Mom was coming down the ladder from the hay loft, and like most kids, jumped to the ground from a few steps up. Landing on a stone, she twisted her ankle, and for over a week she had to wear a rubber boot because her foot was so swollen. Finally, she was taken to the doctor. Upon examining the black and blue injury, he got angry, telling Mrs. La-Coute to keep the child off the foot until it was better. Mom had cracked a bone. The doctor bandaged it up, but nothing changed at home. Like Mom said, "Someone had to do the work."

When Mom was 17 years old, the older La-Coutes decided to retire and move to the city. They packed Mom up, bag and baggage as the saying went, and delivered her to her brother, my Uncle John. Mom has heard from her adoptive family maybe 3 or 4x since then. Now at age 96, she sits across the room from me reading. When I interrupt her for this information, she sighs and says, "Oh Adam! They were so good to me, I always had food and clothes. They even bought me a bicycle." I believe God knows what he's doing. It was because Mom was brought home to her brother that she met my Dad. She was 17 when they met and 18 when they married. And so our Weed family began.

That is sooooooooooooooooooooooooo Prairie thinking. ".... so very good to me... " Completely forgetting the hardships or the what-nots. Not like today's way of thinking where one MUST not only Keep UP with the Jones's BUT excell even better with what the Jones's have!!! Sheeeeeeeeeesh.

Love the book - Order one if you can. The stories are Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreat!!!!!!!

A+ Rating in Char's Rating World of Books-MustHaves in one's Reading section But then again I am a Prairie gal thru and thru (You CAN take the girl out of the Prairie - BUT you can't take the Prairie out of the girl!!!!!!)

And yes, my book is signed.

What a Kiss Means

*Kiss on the stomach-----"lets have sex"
*Kiss on the Forehead ----"Forever you will be mine"
*Kiss on the Ear ---"I'm horny"
*Kiss on the Cheek ---"We're friends"
*Kiss on the Hand ---"I adore you"
*Kiss on the Neck ---"We belong together"
*Kiss on the Shoulder ---"I want you"
*Kiss on the Lips ---"I love you" OR "I want you"
*Holding Hands ---"We can learn to love each other"
*Slap on the Butt ---"That's mine"
*Playing with the Ear ---"I can't live without you"
*Holding on tight ---"Don't let go"
*Looking into each other's Eyes ---"Don't leave me"
*Playing with Hair on Head ---"Tell me you love me"
*Arms around the Waist ---"I love you too much to let go"
*Laughing while Kissing ---"I am completely Comfortable with you"


--Advice--
* Dont ask for a kiss, take one.
*If you were thinking about someone while reading this,
you're definitely in Love (or strong like)*

--Requirements--
*Post this again after reading!!


If you REALLY LIKE someone right now
and MISS THEM and can't get them out of your head
then Re-post this within One Minute and Whoever you are missing will surprise you tomorrow.
Repost this as
"What A Kiss Means"

Moving you "find" things - Well I have just found My cherished Love Letter from the man pictured here. James Curtis.

Here is the letter (transcribed verbatim) -

August 18, 1992

The day after our worst fight yet. God I hate even saying that, but it seems to be true. Will you never believe what I say? Is it that we have been apart for so many years that it doesn't seem real that I could all of a sudden have feelings for you now? If that is the case, I can understand it, but I am telling you that thought no longer applies. I have "developed" much stronger feelings than I thought I would. As I said last night, probably one of the main reasons, if a selfish one at that, is the knowledge of the feelings you have for me. Knowing that you love me now and thought about me for so long is one of the best feelings I could have. Now just because I said that, don't get the teenage idea that the only reason I like you is because you like me. Other reasons that I know you would love for me to say (and I will because they are true) are: 1) your independence; I don't like what you do some times for money but in an unfortunate way, I am proud of the fact that you have made 'ends meet' for a few years. 2) Yours (sic) looks; I think you are very good looking. I like your big blue eyes and you look so cute when you brush your teeth. 3) Your laugh which I haven't heard enough of lately. You always make me feel good by laughing at all the stupid things I say. 4) Your nick-nacks; (sic) that's right your toys ... everywhere... I'm not sure exactly why but it makes me feel that you are not lazy like me... you have a love for life that you always want to remember... nomatter if what you are doing is relatively low key, or is big, exciting or important. 5) Your birds and cat; it shows that you love animals and living things like I do. 6) Your attitude toward people; you are down-to-earth and certainly not stuck up... you could befriend anybody... you are very friendly and you make people feel at ease by your warmth... although I think you could be a little less forgiving. 7) Your love for sex; I need not say much here except I hope you don't lose interest in sex... with me. 8) Your enjoyment of sports. I now realize for various reasons you haven't done too much activity since I came out, but what I mean is that you have a mind for athletics... some women are completely inept at throwing, running, jumping, catching etc. or they have no interest what-so-ever in watching sports. I know if we had the money we could participate in more and watch more. 9) The fact that you are not lazy; unlike me when you have to do something you simply do it, nothing said and no big deal. When I ahve something to do, everybody has to know and it's a big production... I could take some lessons. 10) Finally you are you. Everybody has faults and you have yours, but I didn't come out here for nothing. And I certainly wouldn't be staying here if I didn't want to. I left alot (sic) in Manitoba and I miss the friends and family that I have there, but right now I want to see if things can work between us... especially if we can find jobs. I don't know what else to say to make you believe that the only other girls in my life that mean anything are: Mom, Em, Kell, Coll, and Ria. I'm just sorry that I can't buy you a nick-nack like everybody else did to show you that I care for you.
Jim
JamesCurtis

'Nuff Said. I've carried this EVERYWHERE. Thank you for the Love that Was.

OMG The tired mind works in wierd, but wonderful ways. I, Dad, my step-mom and friends spent last weekend MOVING me. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

This past week I have been moving my stuff in and I found out that my Dad has bought me a brand new bed. Muuuuuuuuuuch too soft of a mattress, so my back is adjusting. OUCH, but in a good way. **SMILE**

But why is Jason Priestly (Priestley?) and his photo here? Well I tucked in the other night and VERY, VERY VERY exhausted... Fell asleep like at 8:00 at night and fell into a deeeeeeeeeep sleep (yep, of exhaustion).

Then somewhere in the night I dreamt of Jason Priestly (EXACTLY like he appears in the photo above) - The great smile and laughter, of Jason.

First I do not know why - This dream goes where it does? But it went there LOL Here is the dream; ((I would LOVE an interpreter of this)) And WHY Jason Priestly LOL

So here goes;

I am in a schoolyard, and walking towards the swings - Or perhaps it is White Rock Beach walkway where I have taken Bandit so very, very often? Not sure. Just swings, and other school area out door items, around.

So I am walking towards the swing set, and it is dusk evening. Fall. As I am in a tweed jacket, with patches on the elbows, white turtle neck sweater and jeans, boots. I am casually walking towards the swings, kicking stones, quite casual.

When I notice someone on the swings, slowly going back and forth, as if he is waiting for someone.

Then as I come into the view, there is that FAMOUS Jason Priestly smile. He moves, as if to get up and off of the swing, when I push him back, and slightly push the swing back, and climb ontop of JASON PRIESTLY.

As we swing back again, with my legs now firmly wrapped around JASON PRIESTLY, he leans into me and the kiss deepens. I sigh, deeply and know that I have finally "come home". I feel so safe and warm, and wanted.

The kiss and the swinging back and forth, continues. The kiss seems to go on forever and ever. I have never enjoyed a kiss, as the kiss that I am sharing with Jason.

I lean back and Jason moves with me, not breaking the kiss. I feel the kiss throughout my whole body and I shudder, moaning Jason's name. Suddenly I noticed that Jason is wearing a scarf with my fingers and I slowly untie it, still not breaking the kiss.

I wind the scarf around Jason's wrists and tie him to the swing. I finally break the kiss and trail my lips towards his right ear and murmur how very much he turns me on, I can feel his smile, of reply.

It just feels so "right" being with Jason. I never want to leave the swing or Jason's arms.

The dreams ends with us still kissing on the swing and the evening becoming "golden". Like the sunset in The Outsiders. Y'know the one I mean. The stay golden scene sunset.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. Interpretation?

In real life? I have never looked at Jason Priestly "that way". Of the 90210 days I much preferred Luke Perry HAHAHAHAHA Always wanted to "do him". **EVIL GRIN** Not the "boy next door" As Jason is a former-Vancouver-ite too.

I am moving to Nanaimo - Life's full circle. I began my "life" in Nanaimo, at the age of 20. Y'see, I never really "knew" my Father. I was one of those Divorced families of the '70's. My biological mother let her bitterness of my biological spill over into not letting me "know" my Father.

He was like the Easter bunny, with a tan. Or Santa Claus with even a better tan. **SMILE** As that is/was how often I got to see him as I grew up.

At the age of 18.5 years, I phoned him and said, "Hey, I'd like to meet you."

His reply, "Okay, as long as you go to University. No lazing around my house."

It has been a learning experience about me, my Father and life. Good, bad and always interesting.

Currently? My Father has stepped up to bat and has bought me a trailer (no I am not trailer "trash") it is quite a fetching trailer. I am nervous as hell. I have a network of friends, and the like - Moving to knowing noone and the fear that entails.

As my Father told me the other day, "Moving to Nanaimo at 40 is going to be wayyyyyyy different than moving at 20."

Ummmmmmmmmmm - No kidding?

I was busy today crying all day - Wondering how I am going to get all of my "Stuff" packed - As I have 3 bedrooms of stuff Shittttttttttttttt and I have been giving TONS of stuff away... I have sent a goody bag to my best friend Rachel and my "Chosen" Mom Jan - Which both women will get a kick out of as they are very special women - In their own right and to me. Rachel, so much so, that I have christened her my "Sistahhhhhhhhhhhhh." Which is MUCH better than a sister. **GIGGLE**

But yes, I was crying all of today, moping around when the Terry Fox movie came on. It all came into perspective.

"I will do it... One step at a time...."

-Terrence Stanley "Terry" Fox

I will do the move, Terry, one box at a time.

Thank you for continuing to be such an inspiration. I wish I had met you. But I looked at the time frame of your run - I was busy running too - That same summer. Ironic but true.

Oh I just wrote a very drunken letter/email to JEFF so drunk that I have lost it... I thought that I saved it to cut and paste but Ummmmmmmmm I pressed PASTE and nothing is there...

Up horny as hell, wanting him, wishing he had chosen me... Told him to basically do a booty call as I have already drank down a bottle of red wine... PAINTED TURTLE wine... Very cute wine bottle decorated... Mmmmmmmmm red wine... I am going to continue drinking to get thru tonight...

I guess what set it off is a multi-tude of things, I am moving to a place to be ALONE once again...

The **ONLY** time I was ever happy in moving was when I was moving to be with a man... Mannnnnnnnnn that would be JamesCurtis... Mannnnnn he was a great lay... Fuck... He could give head allllllllllllll night long... and what got me off was that he talked to my vagina...

It was hilarious... "Is Lil' Ms. Flower liking this? Would lil' Ms. Flower like more of my tongue?"

Of course lil' Ms. Flower wanted more TONGUE... Isn't that a GIVEN? Being a Female?

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I wrote to Jeff, asking him for a booty call TONIGHT only ROFL Telling him that the door is open... Cum on by... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

As if...

Right.

oh i hope the image works it's a video of DR WILL "Dr Evil" of BigBrother fame. TOTALLY hilarious.

If it doesn't work;

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mHwDaz3pPD8

Enjoy!!!

Hope this works...

I have had the straaaaaaaaaaangest dream last night.

I dreamt that it was late at night and I was walking along Beach Drive in Victoria B.C. The stars were bright and several shooting stars were seen.

I stopped to watch the stars and the clear night, when this covering the whole sky flying saucer/rocket ship covered all of the sky!

I glanced around to see if anyone else walking along, noticed the same thing as me and no. Noone else was looking up at the sky! Just me!!

All of a sudden from the rocket ship/flying saucer, came asteroids. Being shot towards the earth. 100's of them. Fast and furious. I gasped and several people, walking in front of me, turned to glance my way.

Then I noticed that everyone walking along the walkway/drive, were in period dress. It was turn of the last century!!!

I pointed up to the sky and everyone stopped, transfixed.

Then everyone began to run, as the asteroids hit around us.

Then the dream ended.

WHATEVER does/did this dream MEAN? WIERD, is an understatement.