Strange Dreams

So just the other day I told someone that I don't often remember my dreams, although I do remember nighmares fairly regularly. Of course, for the next two nights I had the weirdest dreams....
Dream # 1
My house got broken into and everything in the basement was trashed or stolen but nothing upstairs was touched. For some reason I had left my purse down there and everything was taken except my blood donor card. My dad was out of town so I ran upstairs to tell my mom who promptly called our family friend, John P. He flew in from Eagan and landed the helicopter on the side patio of our house and people started filing in through the sliding glass doors. John was first followed by Jimmy Fallon and a whole string of other famous people wearing black suits (not Men in Black style, more like dressed for a funeral...) but sadly I cannot remember the others' names. The rest gets muddled but there was some sort of conference in the kitchen, my dad called to say he was in the drive way, and...?
Dream # 2
I was in a huge, old, vaulted library with big stone walls and windows almost from the floor to the ceiling. After wandering around for a while I found that I was carrying a baby girl, probably about 2 months old, in my arms. She was sleeping and there was a lot of noise coming from downstairs so I went to investigate to see who was responsible and found that Bon Jovi was having a concert in one of the conference rooms (which was really more like an auditorium). In the entryway/great hall people were streaming in to watch the concert and who showed up but the nuns from my high school, the Convent of the Visitation. They stopped to talk to me and a lot of other people I knew showed up too but everyone seemed to think the baby was mine and kept whispering "What a shame, she is so young..." and things like that. No one would believe me that it was Christina Crow's baby (which it was) and that I was just babysitting (which I was). The baby was hungry and I didn't have a bottle and couldn't find Christina (one of UST's hall chaplins) but then Mrs. "D" the campus minister at Vis showed up and for some reason had a diaper bag for her 5 year old daughter Cally filled with everything I needed. Then...?

Its so frustrating when dreams have no resolution. Last night I was right in the middle of a really good dream when Leah Strand called my cell phone at 9:00am to ask me to come in to work at Catholic Studies today. The wake up was so abrupt that I remember nothing from the dream. BOO. Oh well...off to work, work, and more work.
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