I Can Dream, Can't I?

Okay, I totally have been debating about writing this post for the past couple of days. I've been afraid you'll all think I'm a dork. But, most of you don't REALLY know me and those of you who do already know I'm a dork, so I'm going to go for it because...I'm a dork. (And, in case "dork" means something other than wierdo, I am also really naive...I mean weirdo. In the 80's, when I was a teenager, it meant weirdo...I'm hoping it still does.) ;)
Well, I've been having really bad dreams lately. They've just been awful. I don't know if it's been those treatments I had two weeks ago - you know I had an I.V. of 1000 mg of methyl prednisolone every day for a week? I'm still waking up at 3am every night from some bad dream or another. In one dream, I'm thrift saling and I've led my friend Michelle and daughter to a house and we go inside and visit only to find out they're sadistic murderers...and they tie me down first and I can't save my friend and daughter. I mean all the dreams are like this. Horrible. And that's a mild one.
So, the other night, I have a dream of a different sort. Part of it was kind of a mild bad dream. I think I had some of it because of some things I was blogging about. The setting was in school - a college education class. And guess who was in there with me? Some of YOU! Honestly! I can remember Daisygirl, Jen Gacek, Jenn from Seizing My Day and Marianne from Fickle White Woman. Oh - and Kris Ann from Moms on Fire...she's the only one I know in person...a friend from my real life that appeared in my dream. The rest of you were my virtual bloggy buddies. And there were more of you, but I can only remember those 5.
So, we were in the back of this packed classroom. I had this cold and kept blowing my nose, but I didn't have a kleenex - which is gross, but it was part of my dream. I wasn't going to write that part, but...that was the part that was embarrassing. You all crowded around me so nobody could see that my nose was dripping. What good friends. (Would you do that for me???)
Then, that part was over (Thank God!). And, the class became a dance class (no, I never watched Glee, but I do come from the original days when "Fame" was popular) and we were told to do a ballet sequence in front of the class. I tried, but because of my MS, my body would not move the right way. (Just a comment: If this were real life, and it was BEFORE I had MS, my body would not have moved in the right way...so it's really funny that in my dream, it was the MS that made my body not able to move right...whatever! I was never voted, "Most Graceful...let's just put it that way...now I just have an excuse...) The teacher started yelling at me and my body started jerking around, but then I started acting goofy because I thought "What the heck!" and the dance started to look pretty cool and you all joined in (Daisygirl started and you all joined in...thanks Daisygirl!). It was no longer a ballet move - we were really bustin' a new move! We started laughing and not listening to the teacher (you bad influences) and Kris Ann showed us some new dance steps and then Marianne was showing us some of hers and pretty soon Jen and Jenn were adding their own and everyone was turning around and watching the ruckus we were making and we were just having fun, pretty sure we were flunking by then. But you guys didn't care, because you took the bad grade to help me regain my dignity (if you can call what we were doing dignified) and we ended up being the cool kids of the class.
I woke up at 3am that day, like I usually do, but I actually woke up smiling, almost giggling. And, usually when I wake up at 3am from a nightmare I go right into prayer first for my own peace and then I start praying until Mike wakes up at 5. This particular morning, I went into prayers of thanksgiving and I started praying for you guys...and then I remembered some other bloggy buddies that need prayer (like Helga, who flew to Iceland where the volcano is and we haven't heard from her since she arrived...) and some others - you know who you are. :) But, it was a welcome reprieve from the nightmares.
It's true. I can't believe I dreamed about you. I think that's really funny. You encourage me almost every day and now even at night. Now, you five can tell people that you are the woman of somebody's dreams. lol
And that your bloggy buddy is a dork.