This Is How I Roll

     There was a horrific storm in our area of the country last night. Maybe around 3:00am, I woke Bill, the hubs, up and said, " Did you hear that?" Note: He never does. " I think we may need to go to the basement?" mumbled me. Needless to say, the storm did not lift us to Oz, and I fell back to sleep.
I was a little pissed, because I was brain deep, into a dream. Not a nightmare, but something I think I needed to finish. I dream every night, and remember most by daylight.
I have two to tell you about, but this one below, is fresh off the linen.
Bill and I were taking our children and a few others, somewhere, I don't know where, but I was not going to go. He was squeezing a herd of middle age kids into our car, and I saw a cooler and a picnic basket.  I am OUT!!
Next I was at a mall-ish, Las Vegas convention center, with the brood, and I may have wandered off, on purpose, and they left me. (This may speak volumes, ignore) I ran into Dr. Bill Walklet and Dr. R.D. Jackson, whom I have not seen in forty years. Dr. Walklet was a radiologist who taught me everything about special procedures, he groomed me for bigger things, and I am forever grateful. I was thrilled to see him, and wondered why he was wearing a puffy shirt!!(Seinfeld) All I remember from my youth is fatigue, passion and wearing scrubs! Dr. Jackson was with me in the Cardiovascular Lab, and he was not a good teacher, he was a good friend, and low on patience. I love him to this day, my buddy, my friend who taught me more than he will ever know, but not about the Heart! or maybe he did? It was so good to see them. Dr. Jackson looked a little Asian, which he was not, but I knew it was him. They were young, like I remembered them.
       Then switch, I always am looking for my purse, and a bathroom, in every dream. I was in the process of doing so, when this convention center, locked down, due to terrorist and a flood. I had no way to escape, because, if you remember the hubs has the kids, and car. ( stop trying to think, you know what this is about!) ( just a dream) I think I saw Sammy Davis and Frank Sinatra, running, but as usual, I followed idiots!! They did not have a plan, and I soon went out on my own, to try and save my life. ( you can not rescue the world!) ( that may be the lesson?)
Then I heard the storm, or vice versa, all I know that I needed to talk to Dr. Jackson for a day or two, I had so much to tell him, but I got up.
     Before my feet hit the floor, I was singing, Don't Cry for me Argentina, loudly and I smelled a hamster cage!! Yes, that is correct. It is so much fun being me, seriously, laughing I roll down the stairs to let Bill know all about my dreams, and ask him if he smelled a hamster! Note: he never does, I just want him to be ready if this is my sign for a stroke.
I know....
Pure Joy....
Now I get to watch Wyatt, and our song list for the day, ( I have been practicing) is Leslie Gore, Bobby Vinton, and Sonny and Cher( early years) finishing off with CSN and sometimes Young!
Happy Friday to me and all of you.