Tuesday Thoughts About...

...dreams. 

I had this one right before the election.

I was working at the White House. Another girl—much younger than me—was also working. Her job was to keep an eye on the huge screen at the end of a long hall. It had a green light on it. If it started flashing red, this gal was supposed to pick up the phone on the table by us and dial a number that only she knew. She was very friendly and joking around with everyone. I have no idea what my job was, but I ended up watching the light myself as she wasn't paying any attention to it. 

When it started to flash red, I told the “ditzy” girl to dial the number. She lost it and went crazy—jumping around. Each time she jumped, she got smaller and smaller until she was just 1 inch tall and couldn't even reach the phone. I was yelling for help! That’s when Butch woke me up!

What the heck did that dream mean?

1. What was I doing at the White House anyway?
2. I take jobs seriously—even if they aren’t mine?
3. I can be the voice of reason during a crisis---but that doesn’t mean anyone will listen to me?
4. It’s time to upgrade the alarm system—after all, the phone was a 1950’s style rotary?
5. If I was there anyway, why not give me the job?

It wasn’t actually a nightmare either, It wasn’t like I was scared or anything. I just knew that something needed to be done and I was bound and determined to see it through! 

I have no idea what this dream meant, but one thing is for sure: the election was a nightmare!