Ocean dreams

I can hear the ocean. I'll sit here sleepy and content and see if anything comes to me to write about. It's not like I don't have lots of stories and ideas, I just want to know which story or idea to pursue and wander around in.....

 My finger nails look so pretty but my belly is a bit bloated tonight. We drove for hours but my kids hardly had one fight. 

I can hear the ocean, my kids are asleep in the room next door. My husband is hunting and gathering, he's always getting us more. 

He bought some tooth brushes since the kids forgot theirs. It's been 48 hours since their teeth have been brushed so now they wear sweaters. 

 Tomorrow we'll lay on the beach and swim in the pool. Family vacations are so cool. 

This poem is goofy. I like my hair extra boofy.

I'm hoping my farm back home is well taken care of. It's so nice to be away from worries I've had my share of. 

One of my kids had a bad attitude at dinner. My husband is counting calories for fun and he's getting thinner.

I'll stop writing this poem even though it's such a winner. 

I think I must have eaten too much dinner.

Tonight my little brother David is at a taping of Oprah's life class. It's being taped at Radio City Music Hall in New York. I'm so excited for him. He loves Oprah maybe as much as me. 

No way. 

I know I love her more. 

I can't wait to hear about it and watch it. It's with Tony Robbins, that huge muscular motivational speaker. 

Have I ever told you I have incredibly detailed crazy dreams. 

Sometimes my dreams show me the future. 

Sometimes they explain in my own symbols what is really going on in my head and heart.

Sometimes they transport me to another dimension between heaven and earth. 

Sometime they teach me things I must learn.

Sometimes they are like movies that I watch but I'm not in. 

Sometimes I'm a different person, different age, different gender, different race.

I write the best ones down in my journal. 

I have recurring dreams that I can't figure out their meaning.

I have recurring dreams that I know exactly what they mean.

Every night when I go to sleep I always hope for the dreams that don't feel like dreams,

 but communications from another realm. 

Every night I hope.

Well this post is officially very random. It's almost like I'm drunk. I'm not drunk. Mormons don't drink. Well they can if they want but we have a code of health that we live by and part of the code is to not drink alcohol. 

Obviously I don't need it to help me relax, at least not tonight. 

I'm going to fall asleep listening to the ocean. 

Maybe I'll have a really great dream I can tell you about in the morning.