Dream Fragment:
C.M. and I work together in a store, somewhat like Wal-Mart (ugh). We are the first ones to come in one morning (we make sure everything's ready to go so that the store can open) when we find a huge mess.

Crabapple (pronounced like the teacher on the Simpsons, 'cra ~ bopple'), one of the cats, has been caught inside the store all night. There is mud everywhere, including on the ceiling and in some places floor to ceiiing, and I know the place was clean when we left because I cleaned it. I walk around the store, surveying the damage ~ it seems to be nothing but mud. I turn a corner and find Crabapple with a small mouse in her mouth. I think to myself that this is going to be interesting since Crabapple won't let me get within 20 feet of her.

The 'store' then turns into my grandmother's house and I am embarrassed for her to see it before I can clean it up. The only thing she says is, "How in the world did she get it on the ceiling??"

Fragment:
I am with a woman and we are going to 'our' spot on the river. I am expecting a nice quiet spot but when we get there, there isn't much to see ~ all the trees are yards back from a dank and muddy shoreline and the river looks as if it is dying. She (who looks like Calista Flockheart, WHY?????) pulls right up to this tiny, maybe one foot square platform right on the water. Everything is the color of dried mud.

We get out and the shore is nearly completely covered with dead wood, which is the same color as everything else. Before we can do anything, the shore turns into a classroom filled with people. We have no privacy and even have to sit across the room from one another. We sneak tiny caresses as one or the other walks by.

We decide to leave the classroom with two other women. Now we are all dressed in evening gowns and walking through a smal fair. We come upon a ride that looks like a type of tilt-a-whirl and decide to ride. We all sit down and tuck our dresses where we won't be giving a free show ~ everyone sits on the actual seat except me, I sit on the floor near the base of a rail (which at this point looks a lot like those you see on playground merry-go-rounds). The starts and I wonder about the wisdom of my choice of even getting on the ride. Soon the ride is going full speed and it turns out to be fun after all. Sometimes as we go around, we don't even whirl ~ which made it more fun when it did.

When we leave the ride, everyone gives us a standing ovation. We laugh and walk over to a party being held nearby. Matthew Broderick is here, demonstrating some kind of step (I don't know if it's a dance step or what). I laugh and tell the guys talking to him to ask him to dance for them ~ he couldn't dance a lick when we were in high school.