well, if you have been reading me before now, today's entry might make you rethink that practice. or perhaps not, who knows. anyway, i had this dream, one of those super-freaky dreams you have right before the alarm goes off? i hate that. anyway, i took the time to get up and write all this crap down this morn, so i might as well post it here for the world to see, no? (note: i often lack that internal sensor that tells one when one should or should not share.)

so i'm dressed in this flowing baby blue almost white gown, fairy-princess style. reminds me of something my oldest sister wore to a military ball one time (the first of many references to some sort of armed forces). i am walking down an avenue that descends a hill and curves to the right to run along the shore of the ocean (although there are fir trees to the right of the road?). and there are lots of other people there, all dressed up, walking the same direction. there is a big green army tent down at the bottom of the avenue, and when i say big, i'm talking a fits-a-hundred-people big. my mom and middle sister are walking to the left of me, joining the road where it curves to the right. they don't see me and as they walk right past me my mom is talking about me. (*i have determined it best to leave out what she was actually saying. think what you will*). so i follow them down the road (carefully on account of these high heeled shoes) and walk into the tent. when i walk in i see my oldest brother, except his seventies hair-cut has somehow been resurrected from the bad-hair graveyard. it get so much worse ... he's wearing a baseball cap which forces his seventies hair to all stick out around the cap: puffy, fluffy, feathered style. then on top of the baseball cap, he is wearing one of those flat colonel-sanders hats, only his is black. yeah, i said colonel sanders. i'm gonna say it again, too, cause he's also wearing this jacket (over a black t-shirt and with black jeans no less) ... it's a cross between some military uniform and, i have no idea why, but it reminded me of something the colonel might don for a formal affair (if all the white suits were at the cleaners or something). with all those straps and crap across the front? he is quite pleased with himself, too, just laughing his fool head off. then i see my oldest sister in the far corner of the tent, and as i'm walking over there, i realize that she is about to take a leak. right there, in the corner of the tent, with all these people around. hmmm. dream-dotti is not disturbed by this, nor are any of the other dream-players. i do, however, hold the tinkerbell skirt of my dress out kinda wide so it hides her. and i think that's all i remember. i'm going back to bed now ....

any thoughts? comments? suggestions for good therapists that will give a family discount? admonitions not to eat mustard-flavored pretzels before bedtime?