Hi there. This is Guido. Tiffany was telling me about a dream she had a few nights ago.
In the dream she was on a buoy and had a baby (though in reality she is opposed to having children). Next thing she knows she turned the baby into a bag of potato chips. Before she realized that the bag of chips was her baby, she couldn't help but chow down. Then she realized what happened, she was horrified and immediately stoped eating the chips.
Next she found herself in a theater, watching a play from the 30th row -- though there seemed to be a second play or scene being performed right in front of the 30th row in addition to what was going on on the stage. Then a guy brought the woman her baby back.
THEN, she tells me, "everything got crazy." People started dancing around and the baby was in her purse and the dancing people stepped on the baby. Most of the people left the theater and the building caught on fire. Two other woman and the original woman had babies that needed to be rescued from the burning building. An angel showed up and brought them up a ladder to the roof and then they were back on the ground. All the babies were on oxygen and the woman, for some unknown reason, was in charge of all three babies. And everything was OK. She thinks that's pretty much when she woke up.
She says she has dreams somewhat like this all the time. I told Tiffany I was going to have to get her own blog to write these things down in, so here it is. The entries from here on will likely be all Tiffany's. But that's up to her.
My blog's over
here by the way.
