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As I type this, hubby is driving me to
miss_sophia's house.
miss_sophia', her family, and I are leaving at 5 am to the airport, San Francisco bound to Azkatraz (Harry Potter convention). I'm really excited, as I've never been west of Nebraska.
I promise to come back with lots of photos. I packed my faithful Nikon D70.
greyrider, I'm so grateful for that camera.
Also, my apologies for any typos. I'm on my iPhone, and the keyboard sucks.
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I dreamt that Chef Mark of Remarkable Palate came over my house to cook a wonderful dinner. Besides my regular friends, many people from the GSPN community were there. I was a bit upset because Cliff and Stephanie Ravenscraft were not able to make it. Well, anyway, Mark told me what he was going to make, and I was just salivating. It was some sort of chicken meal that sounded divine.
I went into the dining room to start setting the table and Mark was hanging new banner-like curtains on our cathedral-size windows. (Folks, my house is a regular colonial-style architecture and it does not have cathedral ceilings or windows—it must have been my wishful thinking for an upgrade in the house.) I saw Mark hanging onto the venetian blinds as he was hanging the banners, and I got worried about his safety. I kept asking him whether he wouldn't mind using a ladder, and he kept telling me that he liked working this way. I looked on the walls and saw that he had stapled blue and green velvet wall coverings over my wallpaper. One wall was blue, the next one green, and so forth.
As I found myself on the train station’s platform, we were told that the train was coming on the opposite track. I had to grab my stuff to cross the tracks. I kept telling myself that crossing the tracks was going to be hard for me, as I was carrying three heavy bags. Anyway, I looked on the tracks, and Carrie was there sleeping on a pillow. I got totally distressed because the train was coming and I couldn’t run fast enough to grab her and besides, I was carrying three bags, and I didn’t have enough hands to grab her. I was screaming to Carrie to get off the tracks. But, being a basset hound, she was stubborn and refused to listen to me. (Interestingly, in real life, Carrie is my most obedient dog. She always listens to my commands.) I saw the train coming and thankfully woke up.
Why am I having these bad dreams about my baby?

I dreamt that I was in my house (which didn’t look at all like my house), talking to someone whom I don’t know in real life, but I knew in my dream. Hubby came by and opened the door to let the dogs out. Both Basil and Carrie went out, and we kept talking. Then I realized that he had opened the door to the front yard and not to the fenced-in backyard.
We ran into the front yard and called the dogs. The yard was not really my yard, but in my dream I accepted it as my yard. Anyway, we called the dogs, and we managed to get a hold of Basil. He is older and slower (so we rationalized in my dream), and we were able to grab him. No matter how hard we looked, Carrie was gone. I started crying. Carrie was gone for good. She didn’t have an ID on, as I'd taken off her collar because she had a horrible heat rash from it. (This really is true right now. Carrie and Basil are walking around without collars. We tease them and tell them that they are naked. LOL.) I cried so hard. I missed my Carrie and was imagining how she must be feeling not being with me. (Carrie, in real life, is really very attached to me. She is my Velcro dog.) Then hubby mentioned that we had the dogs microchipped, and she would be returned to me once their Vet found out that she is our dog. I felt better and woke up. Carrie, who usually sleeps by my foot, was snuggled up next to me. I wonder whether she felt that I was having a bad dream. I was so happy to see her next to me. I hugged and kissed her.
Friday, July 3 2009, 9:42am EDT
By Neil Wilkes, Editor
Yesterday we caught up with Carlton Cuse and Damon Lindelof - otherwise known as Team Darlton - and they told us how Lost will end!!!!