Bloggy Dreams

I guess when you start dreaming about bloggers, you're really hooked, huh? Two nights ago, I woke at 4:something in the morning, and remembered a dream I was having. I said to myself, "You better write that one down, otherwise you'll forget it."

After a trip to the bathroom, I got back into bed and promptly forgot to write about the dream. I went back to sleep, and when I woke up around 7:30 am, I remembered another dream, that appeared to be a continuation of the first one, even though they were (or seemed to be) hours apart. As I wrote down the second one, I remembered the first.

One involved Angie, whose blog I have been reading for a couple of years now (even though I can't seem to see any of her photos anymore). In the dream, I was attending a convention in a city I think was Virginia Beach. I left a building and entered one next to it, which had apartments that were all open, like the rooms in a doll's house. I saw Angie, her husband, their baby son, and two people who in the dream were her parents, but are not in real life. Her other children (girls) were not in the dream. Angie was doing some crewel embroidery on what would be either a wall hanging or bedpread, and it was beautiful. She is a very crafty person, but I don't know if crewel is one of her arts.

Even odder is that her baby boy was making a crewel pillow cover, and he was very good at it, despite his being only 2 years old. He was smiling and showing it off to the on-lookers, and very proud of himself. I was amazed at his abilities. There were hundreds of other people milling about, looking at Angie and her family, but I knew none of them, except I somehow knew that they were all bloggers too. I told her that I wish I had known that she was there yesterday, since I had spent 4 hours at the bar next door, with people I cared little about.

In the second part of the dream, I am still in Virginia Beach, but I am in my car, driving back from a visit to another friend. I knew the route, but I missed my turn. It was a highway where six or more lanes are side by side; some of them shoot off to the left and some of them shoot off to the right. Some go down under the other roads and some go up and over the main roads. I veered off to the far left, and I immediately knew that it was the wrong lane, and I had NO idea where to go or how to get back to my original destination. I stopped to ask directions, and I was told to go to the train station and they would tell me what to do. At the station, I was told I would have to go to Baltimore on the train and then drive back to (what I thought was) Virginia Beach. They also said that I would have a hard time getting a ticket, but I don't know why. I had a $100 bill, but it was different from a legal bill, being "taller" than ours. It also had the words Charleston, WV in the upper left corner. I tried to use that bill to buy my ticket, but was told that none were available. I said..."But I'm 66 years old!" and the agent said..."Why didn't you tell me that in the first place?" and somehow I got my ticket and was about to board the train. Then my alarm went off and I woke up.

Any ideas about what it means? I can tell you that I have no connection to Baltimore (that I know of) and that the highway with all the lanes veering off is not new to me, as I have dreamed about that before. But in those other dreams, I did get into the correct lane.