Odd dream last night. I dreamt that Paula Dean died.

Completely random. I don't even watch her show, but I know she's the Southern woman that starts most of the dishes she makes on her cooking show with "a stick of buttah and two cups of sugah."

In my dream I read the headline, "Paula Dean dies unexpectedly," on MSN.com's homepage in the entertainment headlines area. I didn't click to get the full story, but the headline made me think it was a health related death and not some tragic accident or homicide. Considering how she cooks, could this be foreshadowing? Am I clarevoyant??

The whole thing felt sooooo real, like I actually read it. In the shower this morning I had the thought that I should email my friend Lori to warn her that she may want a different Halloween costume, because she's planning to go as Paula and it might be just a little "too soon." But as I thought about it, I realized that I hadn't been on my computer last night. So I checked the news when I got out of the shower and confirmed that I must have dreamed the whole thing up.

Weird, right? Why would I dream about the death of a woman I don't know and I don't even watch her TV show?

I had a dream last night that I was being chased by bears.  If that isn't weird enough, I dreamed that I was with Clair and her mom at her parent's house, but it wasn't her parent's house, it was up in some mountain town and the bears were everywhere.  At first the bears looked small and cuddly and then as they came closer they got bigger and meaner and started to chase and attack everyone in site.
For part of the dream I was in my car and went to the grocery store and when I pulled up in the driveway Clair came out of the house to help me with the bags and as I got out of the car we realized there was a big grizzly standing there waiting to attack us.  I screamed and pushed Clair inside the house and we barely closed the door before the bear reached us.  Then we watched through the window while the bear broke into the car and started eating the groceries.  I was very upset that he was eating the groceries.
Different bear attack scenes happened throughout this dream and none of them quite make any sense.  First of all, why was Clair and her mom there?  Why were we in a mountain town?  Why were the bears cute at first and then dangerous?  Why were there dozens of bears loose and attacking the town?  But more importantly, why was I buying groceries?  Everyone knows I don't cook.

Ugh, stupid, stupid Joker movie.  

I'm not literally dreaming about Heath Ledger's portrayal of the Joker from the new Batman movie, but I am having some sort of vague dream of being chased and/or attacked and I wake up multiple times during the night in a state of fear.  I honestly can't tell you anything specific about this dream (or dreams), but I am in a reoccuring state of anxiety.  

This is not making me a happy camper during the day.

I'm sticking to romantic comedies from now on!

I had a dream about Karl's mom last night. I dreamed that I was going to visit my aunt lynne, and for some reason, in my dream, she lived a few houses down from Lori. My aunt lives in manteca, about twenty minutes down the highway from the town the K's live in, and both live in a culdesac, but in my dream they were on a street that looked a lot like my childhood neighborhood in Pittsburg.

Anyway, I got out of my car in front of my aunt's house with some banana nut bread wrapped in foil in my hand. Not sure why, but I decided to walk down the street and I stopped in front of the K's. I realized where I was and abruptly turned around to walk away. Lori came out of the house and told me I didn't need to run away, that I could come in.
I started to cry in my dream and told Lori that I had really wanted to be a part of her family and I was sad that I didn't get to see them anymore. She hugged me and we went in the house.
We talked for a long time in her kitchen, which looked a lot like my parent's new kitchen. When Karl and I were together and would visit his parents, his mom and I spent a lot of our time in her kitchen talking while she cooked and taught me about her recipes. That is what it felt like in my dream. We talked about life, my job, singing and theatre (because she used to be in choirs and loves theatre like me) and pretty much avoided the topic of the breakup.
We ate dinner, and at one point I noticed out the window that Karl had pulled up in his car, but I couldn't see him get out of the car, and eventually the car pulled away. But I remember being very apprehensive in my dream and feeling like I was on the verge of tears again.
Lori noticed and finally brought up the breakup. She seemed to be confused about why we were broken up. I began to tell her that Karl just gave up, but she didn't want to hear anything negative about her son and changed the subject.
I decided that I needed to leave because my family was waiting for me at my aunt's house. We started to walk through the house to leave and Lori started to get teary and asked again about the breakup. I cautiously started to tell her that K and I had a communication problem, that I wanted to work on it to get back to where we once were, which was a really healthy relationship with good communication for a little more than two years, but that he told me we didn't have a "connection" and that working on the relationship was "too hard." Which, if you don't know, are two things karl really did say in his pathetic and shit-filled attempt to end our 2 1\2 year relationship.
Lori got very angry. She said, "Relationships ARE hard work, you have to work at them all the time." I told her that's what I told him, but he gave up; he just completely gave up.
She gave me a big hug and walked me out to the sidewalk. I walked back down the street to my aunt's and met up with Laura and Jason (my sister and her fiance who never comment here) and they convinced me that it would be a good idea to drive up to some cabin and go skiing. I went along and when we got there we realized we didn't have any skis and they wouldn't let us on the chair lift without skis, so we went home.

Then I woke up.

Three things:
1) What the....!?!?!?!
2) Why did I have banana nut bread in my hand and what did I do with it?
3) It's all Lisa's fault if the hooter's girls put something in my chicken wings last night after she made fun of their math skills in front of them.