I hope I’m wrong but I have a feeling today’s going to be noisy because yesterday ended up being quieter. It seems to go back and forth like that for some reason. 

Yesterday ended up being mostly cloudy, but we never got any rain. It’s partly cloudy today, too. 

I forgot to mention that when Tom got home the day before yesterday, I told him about the dream I had where the weird-looking plane with the colorful dragons on it crashed. Well, he said that on his way home a plane was flying super low, and although it didn’t seem to be in trouble, it was way lower than usual. 

Tom’s decided to say no to working tomorrow so we can have the whole weekend together. :) Looking so forward to going to this new casino/restaurant in town! Maybe we’ll win since the rich do seem to get richer while the poor get poorer. We’re not rich by any means, but we’re doing well and not desperate or anything. Hell, his OT alone from just yesterday was over $100. 

If Tom doesn’t have any luck getting an appointment made with a new endo doc today (that can see me this year) I’m going to be really damn tempted to just say “fuck it” and treat it with natural remedies. 

In last night’s dreams, Tom and I were in what appeared to be our Maricopa house with my mother in one of the bedrooms just off the den. Tom was dancing around in a robe that was too small for him and joking about how funny it made him look. I started laughing and teasing him and then he got all offended, saying I was picking on him. He called to my mother in the other room and asked if she would say the things I said and she said no. 

“But I was just laughing along with you,” I insisted. “You were the one that started making a joke of how you looked.” 

But Tom was still offended and so I said, “Fuck it,” and went into the master bedroom. Lined up along the headboard were several 16” Tonner fashion dolls I used to have and I decided it was time to change their outfits, LOL. 

After doing that I picked up a guitar and realized I no longer remembered how to play anything. I could still play by ear but could only remember a couple of chords. In reality, I’d be lucky to remember more than 4 or 5. I haven’t had any interest in musical instruments in centuries. I was always better with words than with music anyway, and just a so-so singer. 

I also had a couple of dreams we were vacationing somewhere. In one hotel I was picking something up off the floor when Tom said, “They’re coming.” It was someone we were supposed to be meeting, though, I don’t know who. I said that I had to pee first and entered a humungous bathroom with a mini pool that might’ve been a giant bathtub. It had a dolphin design on the bottom of it and the water was about 4’ deep. Then I looked toward the left and saw there were a few other “pools,” one slightly deeper. Then I took a step forward and slipped onto a water slide that disappeared into the wall. Surprisingly, I wasn’t scared to be in the darkened tunnel for the few seconds or so that it took to loop around and dump me back in one of the pools. 

At another hotel, we entered a room with a hot tub and a bar of some kind. A nice black man said the water shouldn’t be too bleachy and I was relieved not to be able to smell any bleach. 

“How do you like your smoothies?” he asked, preparing to make us some as a few other people moved about behind the bar. Tom hates smoothies so only I had one.