Potato-Chip Baby
My sister the meth cooker
In rural America, where I live (but not where I'm from) methamphetamine is a growing problem. It's becoming a problem in the urban areas now too, but it's easier to make in rural parts.
There's a couple of reasons for this:
- Cooking meth smells really bad, and if your neighbor smells something that bad, they are bound to alert the authorities. Many meth labs are in houses in the country. Some people even have them in their cars and drive out to the country to make the meth. It's also harder for the cops to track down this way.
- One of the ingredients of meth is anhydrous ammonia. One of the things farmers put on their fields to add nutrients is anhydrous ammonia. Farmers have tanks of the stuff on their farms, and meth addicts often tap into the tanks and steal it. Anhydrous is a much harder to find in urban areas.
Now, I am not a meth addict. I know this information because I work for a newspaper and we have done stories on it, as well as report on farm meetings about locking up anhydrous tanks so it can't be stolen.
And, because I have all this information running around in my head, my brain decided to put it together in the form of this morning's dream:
My dad and I returned to our house to find that there had had been an explosion.
Apparently, my sister had a meth lab in the basement. In this dream, we lived next door to a cop that I know in real life and he told me that the explosion was from my sister's meth lab. Why he hadn't done anything prior to the explosion and why he hadn't arrested my sister after the explosion, I don't know.
Of course, my sister denied anything and blamed the accident on something else and said the explosion originated elsewhere in the house. My dad denied that my sister had a drug problem as well.
The house was still standing, but was very damaged. I went to the basement and saw where the floor was black and I knew the explosion originated there. I was trying to explain to them about meth and how the chemicals are very explosive. I was asking my sister about meth and why she had a meth lab, etc. But she and my dad just kept denying it.
Wedding Hell
I got married in 2001. Before and since my wedding I have drempt of weddings many, many times. Every dream wedding was disasterous. This morning's dream was no different.
My friend Michelle and I were in a friend, Jennie's, wedding.
Michelle was the maid of honor and had a wear a very large red dress with a deep v-neck. To cover the plunging neck line, she wore a sheer yellow scarf stuffed in there. She also had to wear a red pill-box hat and tall black leather boots. In the dream she had just had surgery to fix tendons her her ankle, but insisted on walking down the aisle and without pain medication.
It begs to be mentioned here that Michelle has very red hair and the red dress, besides being very ugly, would clash with her hair.
My sister and I, who were bridesmaids as well, wore long, straight silver empire-waiste dresses with lots of sequence on the top. We had to wear shoes that were much, much to high for me, although I think my sister could handle them.
We were running very late for the wedding when I woke up.
Getting lost in the airport
My Tuesday morning dream:
In the airport parking garage with my high school friend, Sarah. I have drempt about this parking deck before. In another dream it was the parking deck for a baseball game.
We parked and were wheeling our big suitcases through all these check points to get to the airport. I was toodling right along. I look back, and she is gone.
I go ahead to the gate to see if she is there. She's not.
I retrace my steps to find her and she's gone.
Eventually I find that she was with her boyfriend and they got held up at a check point and decided to turn back and go home. I was mad becuase they didn't tell me what they were doing.
I ended up not getting on the plane. I didn't go anywhere.
Dreaming about drugs
In my dream this morning, my best friend and I, and my husband, smoked pot. (None of us has ever smoked the stuff in real, awake life)
After smoking, I went back to my room, which was like a dorm, and, of course, there is a drug task force there going through all my stuff. There was nothing to find.
One of the task force guys forced me to breath in his face so he could smell if I'd been smoking pot or not (I saw this done once, a cop made a group of kids each blow in his face so he could see if they had been drinking.) For some reason, the task force guy didn't smell the pot and let me go, but now my room was a mess, and I was high and freaking out.
Dreaming about Grandpa
My dream this morning was about my family:
My dad, grandma, Nicole and I are at a restaurant celebrating Nicole's birthday (which is actually today — she's 25).
My Grandma say something to the effect of, "No one has ever loved me."
My Grandpa died May 28, 2000, but in the dream, both Nicole and I see him as he shows up to tell Grandma that what she said is not true, that he loved her very much. But only Nicole and I can see him, and Grandma can't. So we look at Grandpa, and each other, with our eyes wide open and listen to him tell her he loved her. Then he is gone.
In the dream I didn't feel scared, just in awe, and peaceful, and I tried to realize what was happening so I could remember it for a long time. It was neat, too, to share something so cool with my sister.
Yep, had a dream this morning ……
However, I don't remeber it.
So, instead, I would like to thank Guido for reminding me I had a dream blog. And I will try to be more diligent in updating it.
Thanks for your patience!
