They explained how the hits chart works after I asked them. The reason it could say I have 5 page views with just 1 hit on the list is that if someone visits me once, but views 5 pages while they’re at it, then it will say I have 5 views.

Well, I don’t know if Marie’s lack of emails is really due to this person she met in Texas, her busyness or something else, but I like it. I hate to say it as much as I still love her, but I really like it. I could get very used to this cut-down in messages.

For those of you who don’t know me well, I sometimes have dream premonitions. Sometimes the events mimic the dream to a T, other times it’s along the same basic idea, but doesn’t play out exactly like in the dream. I am also an “influencer” of sorts, in which the outcome of things depends highly on my mood in a more extreme way than usual. I also seem to have an occasional, but often enough to know it’s not a coincidence, knack for jinx-writing life into imitating art. I can’t tell you what you had for dinner last night, what color you’re currently thinking of, or if you’ll get rich, but for some reason, these other abilities seem to be a regular part of my life. I just don’t know why. Some people say we’re all psychic in different ways and to different degrees and that it’s much like with singing. We can all sing. It’s just that some of us do it better than others.

Not always, but usually, when something good is going to happen I have really good dreams beforehand. But I almost always have bad dreams when something bad is about to happen.

Without getting into our financial situation, I was afraid to go to bed last night (well, it was really this morning) for fear of having bad money dreams. I finally convinced myself to go to sleep, knowing that whatever was going to be would be no matter what I may or may not dream.

So I dreamt I was walking along the shore of a beach in China. I was all alone when I spotted a Chinese couple that was perhaps in their 50s. They were walking along the shore not too far from me when the guy looked at me and said with a smile, “nǐ ǎi,” which means “you are short.” I was reluctant to hang with them at first because I only know a few words in Chinese right now. They motioned me towards them, seeming to understand that I was all alone and unfamiliar with Chinese. So I followed them and they started pointing at various things and telling me what to call them in Chinese. I wanted to ask them what the word was for the color pink, my favorite color, but I couldn’t even ask that. I spoke in Spanish and Italian to see if they understood any, but they didn’t. And so I just shrugged, smiled weakly, and followed this couple like a lost stray dog.

As soon as I woke up, the first thing I asked Tom was if everything was alright, and yup. So far so good. I told him of the dream, and he said, “That must’ve been fun for you since you love learning languages.” And then he had me laughing by saying it would be quite a nightmare for him. He’s as bad with words as he is good with numbers, LOL! He often has me check out anything important he has to write. I still tease him about the time we sold this sequined hat right before we left Arizona and he listed it as “Sequenced Hat.”

I later commented on how much I missed the beach and he said that maybe the dream was a sign, and I said, “Of what, that I’m going to be stranded in China?” Of course he meant that we’d go to the beach, but if we do, it’s way in the future.