As I mentioned before, I have very detailed, very vivid dreams. I'm having a horrible sleeping night thanks to Tropical Storm Frances (the low pressure and humidity greatly increases my pain). This dream more than makes up for the wakefulness I've had the rest of the night.
Here's the dream:
I'm sitting on a bench in some institutional type building. The lower part of the walls is painted dark brown, and the upper part is a color that once was cream. The linoleum is in brown and green squares, and has been waxed a million times. The hall is fairly dim, since half the fluorescent bulbs are out. I'm bored out of my sneakers, waiting for something.
My bench is next to a door, and I'm trying desperately to eavesdrop on whatever is going on behind the door. I can hear muffled voices, one of them Manda's, but I cannot make out what's being said. Still that doesn't keep me from trying. I hear footsteps coming near the door, so I "casually" plant my butt back on the bench and pretend to be totally innocent.
The door opens, and a professor-type says, "Let me be the first to congratulate you, Dr. Varraso."
He and Manda shake hands, and I burst into tears. I woke up overjoyed, with tears running down my face. Might only be a dream, but it was very, very cool.
Kathy N-V