<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509407577480231637</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:31:29.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And then I woke up...</title><subtitle type='html'>Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives.  *William Dement</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509407577480231637/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katy Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05655722196077009311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509407577480231637.post-5153535303541544859</id><published>2011-10-13T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T11:10:50.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok I'm super bad at updating this blog....but last nights dream is worth documenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dream me and Daron were at 'our house' but 'our house' was really my parents house.&amp;nbsp; We were sitting there with a bunch of couples friends, one of those couples being my old friend from high school Sarah McEntee and her husband.&amp;nbsp; (keep in mind I never talk to her anymore and haven't even thought about her for a long time, so it's totally weird for her to be in my dream) Daron and her husband were arguing about something.&amp;nbsp; And I remember I kept saying "Oh, you're not mad at each other.&amp;nbsp; You're just disagreeing on silly things!"&amp;nbsp; I got up to go do the dishes, and I started but had to walk away for a minute.&amp;nbsp; When I came back Daron was doing the dishes because "I wasn't doing it right" and then we started arguing because I was telling him how childish he was being about Sarahs husband and how embarassing that was for him to argue in front of everyone.&amp;nbsp; Then, he tells me he doesn't want me to have any kid because I'm going to be a horrible mother.&amp;nbsp; He said I was 'never going to be around' and would probably be awful at being a mother.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But htat wasn't all.&amp;nbsp; As soon as I woke up, it was like I hadn't emotionally woken up and immedately I started&amp;nbsp;BAWLING!&amp;nbsp; I rolled over right next to Daron and he put his arm around me and after a minute he realized I was crying hysterically.&amp;nbsp; He asked what was wrong....and like a scared 5 year old I cried "I had a bad dream"....and he cuddled me right back to sleep.&amp;nbsp; It was so weird to be filled with such emotion about a dream.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2509407577480231637-5153535303541544859?l=onedreamygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5153535303541544859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/ok-im-super-bad-at-updating-this-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509407577480231637/posts/default/5153535303541544859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509407577480231637/posts/default/5153535303541544859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/ok-im-super-bad-at-updating-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Katy Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05655722196077009311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509407577480231637.post-3405956036974487967</id><published>2011-04-22T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T09:53:11.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another cruising dream!</title><content type='html'>I have had so many dreams lately about cruising!&amp;nbsp; Not that you would know cause I'm horrible at keeping up with my dream blog...but trust me...it seems to be all I dream about anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night me and Daron and my family were on a cruise...and the boat started to sink.&amp;nbsp; VERY SLOWLY.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But we were all trying to get off the boat and I remember seeing Nathan and knowing most of this was his fault because he was one of the engineers on the boat.&amp;nbsp; I don't know how but I managed to get off the boat. I remember looking at it from a distance a few days later and&amp;nbsp;they were still getting people off the boat cause&amp;nbsp;it was sinking so slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I woke up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2509407577480231637-3405956036974487967?l=onedreamygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3405956036974487967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/another-cruising-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509407577480231637/posts/default/3405956036974487967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509407577480231637/posts/default/3405956036974487967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/another-cruising-dream.html' title='Another cruising dream!'/><author><name>Katy Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05655722196077009311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509407577480231637.post-4239855135209186888</id><published>2011-04-18T11:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T11:58:55.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soulmates?</title><content type='html'>The other night I had a dream I was on a cruise without Daron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up Daron told me he had a dream that I went on a cruise without him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEIRD RIGHT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2509407577480231637-4239855135209186888?l=onedreamygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4239855135209186888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/soulmates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509407577480231637/posts/default/4239855135209186888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509407577480231637/posts/default/4239855135209186888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/soulmates.html' title='Soulmates?'/><author><name>Katy Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05655722196077009311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509407577480231637.post-7394786125818694809</id><published>2011-03-04T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T08:33:17.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruising</title><content type='html'>Last night I dreamt&amp;nbsp;that me and Daron were going on a cruise again, the same cruise we went on before, to Catalina Island and then on to Ensenada Mexico.&amp;nbsp; I remember he was really embarrassed to take me on the same cruise twice, but I was sort of excited because then I would 'know how to haggle with the Mexicans better" in Ensaenada.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dream though we were always on the boat.&amp;nbsp; I remember touring the luxury suites that the rich people got to stay in.&amp;nbsp; But at one point we were driving our car on the boat and we drove it into a big pool in the middle of the boat and I was so mad because we lost all of our stuff.&amp;nbsp; But...somehow...we managed to get the car out and it was like the water never got in it.&amp;nbsp; I specifically remember Daron pulling out his cell phone and it wasn't ruined at all.&amp;nbsp; (The funny thing was it wasn't Darons cell phone, it was Rick Williams work cell phone that he left on my desk for a few minutes yesterday).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I woke up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2509407577480231637-7394786125818694809?l=onedreamygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7394786125818694809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/cruising.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509407577480231637/posts/default/7394786125818694809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509407577480231637/posts/default/7394786125818694809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/cruising.html' title='Cruising'/><author><name>Katy Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05655722196077009311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509407577480231637.post-987513254229074764</id><published>2011-02-28T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T11:59:41.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is getting old!</title><content type='html'>This is the 3rd dream that I've had in 3 nights that has something to do with Metering Services... I'm over it!&amp;nbsp; I wish I could move on to something&amp;nbsp; little more interesting!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember many details...other than I was with a group of&amp;nbsp;girls whom I think I worked with&amp;nbsp;and we were driving out to Jerry Millers house.&amp;nbsp; (One of the backflow technicians I work with)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We are driving down a long dusty road to get to his house and on the way out there I realize this is one of Jerry's two houses.&amp;nbsp; We get there and his wife is there (whom I've only met once and don't remember anything about her) and I remember thinking&amp;nbsp; "I'm Jerry's favorite...he knows that...and these other girls don't matter.&amp;nbsp; (Now..this wasn't like a romantic dream...cause Jerry is in his late 60's...maybe early 70's...I just wanted him to like me the best out of all the other girls)&amp;nbsp; So the next thing I know it's just me and Jerry and his wife and we are watching TV and I remember knowing that they were going to sell that house and I was thinking about buying it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I woke up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2509407577480231637-987513254229074764?l=onedreamygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/987513254229074764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-is-getting-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509407577480231637/posts/default/987513254229074764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509407577480231637/posts/default/987513254229074764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-is-getting-old.html' title='This is getting old!'/><author><name>Katy Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05655722196077009311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509407577480231637.post-3665269297129219285</id><published>2011-02-25T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T11:54:03.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One weird workday</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;So when I woke up this morning I knew I had more than one dream...and at the time I could remember all of them...but now that it's 2 in the afternoon I can only remember this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at work with Danielle, Dave and Keri.&amp;nbsp; (not in our real office) and Keri is nagging at me and Danielle about paid days off and now we'll only get paid for a half day for days we take off and she said "and that includes days off for bereavement" and I said "Oh, I need to take a day off for that.&amp;nbsp; I forgot my brother-in-law Tom died...and I need to go to the funeral".&amp;nbsp; In my dream I looked back and thought to myself&amp;nbsp; "That's funny that Toms dead, I was just with Melissa and Judy and neither of them said anything about that!"&amp;nbsp; (Melissa is Tom's wife and Judy is my mother -in-law).&amp;nbsp; A few minutes later Daron picked me up from work and we are driving home.&amp;nbsp; But we are actually driving down Main St. in Keokuk! And it's all re-done and there are a whole bunch of vendors on the street in tents and people are out walking around.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I woke up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2509407577480231637-3665269297129219285?l=onedreamygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3665269297129219285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-weird-workday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509407577480231637/posts/default/3665269297129219285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509407577480231637/posts/default/3665269297129219285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-weird-workday.html' title='One weird workday'/><author><name>Katy Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05655722196077009311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509407577480231637.post-6786267256665699951</id><published>2011-02-22T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T11:56:38.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romance in the Workplace</title><content type='html'>Darons family was over to the house yesterday for a Presidents Day BBQ...and his mom mentioned that I don't seem to update my "And then I woke up..." blog very often.&amp;nbsp; And there is really no reason for this...since I remember my dreams most mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll try to get back in the habit...starting with the night before last:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at my old church building back in Nauvoo and there were a bunch of us just hanging out or something.&amp;nbsp; Then I saw Tyler DeWitt (a guy I work with, who happens to be the son-in-law of my boss, the Framptons) and I realized that we were in love.&amp;nbsp; I remember being very sad because I loved Daron too...and I was frustrated because I couldn't understand why no one could understand why I couldn't just love BOTH of them.&amp;nbsp; I also remember that his wife Amber was pregnant and I was scared to death of Keri (Ambers mother, my boss) and what horrible things she was going to do to me for taking Tyler away.&amp;nbsp; The weird thing was; me and Tyler never touched at all in this dream...I just remember seeing him and instantly knowing how madly in love we both were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I woke up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2509407577480231637-6786267256665699951?l=onedreamygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6786267256665699951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/romance-in-workplace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509407577480231637/posts/default/6786267256665699951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509407577480231637/posts/default/6786267256665699951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/romance-in-workplace.html' title='Romance in the Workplace'/><author><name>Katy Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05655722196077009311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509407577480231637.post-7272688645094095329</id><published>2010-10-31T15:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T15:16:21.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been really awful at this blog...but I'm going to try to get better cause in my 2001 Things To Do Before You Die book one of them is 'record your dreams'...so I gotta do it...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one one that I can still remember from a few nights ago went like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was looking for my dad.  I was walking around the house looking for him and calling him and I couldn't find him.  Then I remember that he had died.  I was SUPER sad about it...but the next thing I know I'm working at Olive Garden.  It was like it was my first day there...but I had worked there before.  I was waiting on my first table, which was a bunch of young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mormon&lt;/span&gt; girls (and I think they were in my dream because on my cruise the table next to us at our dinners was a table of 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mormon&lt;/span&gt; young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mormon&lt;/span&gt; girls).  I brought them their drinks and their food...and I kept making little mistakes but I just kept apologizing because my dad had just died and it was my first day working for a while.  I remember at one point I realized that it had been a while since I had checked on my table of girls...and that their drinks were empty and they were waiting for their dessert.  But...I was too embarrassed to go back and fill their drinks and stuff because it had already been such a long time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I woke up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The funny thing about this dream was that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;towards&lt;/span&gt; the end of it I kept waking up and I felt so guilty about that table of girls!  Even a few times in the morning I would wake up and have a hard time going back to sleep cause I felt so bad...it's so weird how dreams can effect you like that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2509407577480231637-7272688645094095329?l=onedreamygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7272688645094095329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-have-been-really-awful-at-this-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509407577480231637/posts/default/7272688645094095329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509407577480231637/posts/default/7272688645094095329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-have-been-really-awful-at-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Katy Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05655722196077009311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509407577480231637.post-3369977749206144170</id><published>2010-09-07T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T08:31:25.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Sarah...</title><content type='html'>I feel that ever since I started this blog I have had a really hard time remembering my dreams...and when I do remember then I have a hard time remember to blog about them!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will start with last nights dream since it is the freshest in my mind:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was visiting &lt;a href="http://sarahharward.blogspot.com"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt; (which I do A LOT in my dreams) and her walls were a really horrible yellow color...so I decide to paint them for her.  I am sort of in a hurry so I do a really crappy job only getting about 1/3 of the walls painted.  I could tell she is really annoyed at me so I leave but I know I have to come back to finish her walls.  So I am at her house again (which really isn't her house) and I am re-painting her walls this really pretty red color.  The next thing I know all of these little kids are arriving because Sarah runs a day care...but Sarah isn't there so I have to watch these kids and paint at the same time.  One lady drops her kid off and this guy comes with her...and this guy comes in with her and he starts to warn me about how needy and vain this lady was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next thing I know the room I am painting is actually one of the rooms at the church...(it's the room by the Young Womens room that can be divided into 3 rooms)...and Connie Hasek is teaching seminary there while I am trying to paint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I woke up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2509407577480231637-3369977749206144170?l=onedreamygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3369977749206144170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/sorry-sarah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509407577480231637/posts/default/3369977749206144170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509407577480231637/posts/default/3369977749206144170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/sorry-sarah.html' title='Sorry Sarah...'/><author><name>Katy Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05655722196077009311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509407577480231637.post-1609582912340915215</id><published>2010-08-17T08:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T08:44:03.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm...</title><content type='html'>Well...my dreams lately have been very lackluster... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few nights when I was sick and so I woke up every so often and could not remember my dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the past week after that I've been sleeping in a new house and I wonder if that is why I haven't really dreampt anything that I can remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of uneventful if you are trying to record your dreams...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2509407577480231637-1609582912340915215?l=onedreamygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1609582912340915215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/hmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509407577480231637/posts/default/1609582912340915215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509407577480231637/posts/default/1609582912340915215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/hmmm.html' title='hmmm...'/><author><name>Katy Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05655722196077009311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509407577480231637.post-6804711604972880343</id><published>2010-08-07T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T21:43:39.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the end of the world as we know it...</title><content type='html'>So I've waited all day to blog about this dream so I don't remember as well as I would like...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First thing we were all living on like a beach or something next to a big cliff...and all I remember is that my bed was right next to the cliff and something really important was happening or going to happen so there was a lot of 'construction' going on and I get up off my bed only to have a big huge rock fall down right where I had been sitting.  I remember that Bishop Anderson was the one who rolled it off the cliff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next thing I knew were were all living in the church and for some reason it was flooding or it was going to flood really badly and we were all sort of scrambling around trying to get things taken care of (even though I don't remember ever seeing any water) and then it was all sort of taken care of I think and then we went into the chapel and the middle of the room there was a huge drain and there was about a foot of standing water in the room...but it was slowly going down the drain and the bishop was sitting on one of the pews talking about what a close call we had.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I remember thinking since it had 'stopped raining' I needed to get my suitcases loaded up into a truck. So Kyle Schmid said he would help me and for some reason or another in my dream I just knew he was engaged and I was SO MAD that no one had told me and so mad that it wasn't me.  Then it donned on me that I was engaged and in love with Daron so I didn't care about Kyle anymore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I woke up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2509407577480231637-6804711604972880343?l=onedreamygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6804711604972880343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-end-of-world-as-we-know-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509407577480231637/posts/default/6804711604972880343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509407577480231637/posts/default/6804711604972880343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-end-of-world-as-we-know-it.html' title='it&apos;s the end of the world as we know it...'/><author><name>Katy Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05655722196077009311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509407577480231637.post-3197601700766498247</id><published>2010-08-06T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T16:14:18.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello cuz...</title><content type='html'>So last night I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dreamt&lt;/span&gt; that I had this really close friend, but he was in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mexican&lt;/span&gt; gang.  There was a big group of us hanging out at this house...and then I realized that him and his gang were taking us all hostage.  I remember looking around and seeing little kids and then I would look at my friend and we wouldn't say anything but I would just give him this 'I'm disappointed' look and he would look at me with this 'I don't have a choice' look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I know I am in a car with my cousin Kyle and his new wife Katie and then we are at their apartment. (I've never been to their house in real life so this was just their dream apartment) They are looking around for some college books and I remember thinking that we were in a hurry for something but I wasn't sure what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I woke up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2509407577480231637-3197601700766498247?l=onedreamygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3197601700766498247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-cuz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509407577480231637/posts/default/3197601700766498247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509407577480231637/posts/default/3197601700766498247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-cuz.html' title='Hello cuz...'/><author><name>Katy Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05655722196077009311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509407577480231637.post-6769103304268979110</id><published>2010-08-05T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T10:04:50.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The very first...</title><content type='html'>So I was sitting here working on the favors for the wedding and I was thinking about my dream that I had last night and the thought came to me that I should start a dream blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream almost every single night. Well...I guess they say everyone dreams...but the cool this is I always remember mine... and I have always thought I should write them down or something but I never have...until now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first dream I ever remember having was when I was really little. I was standing in a big auditorium type place with a big staircase behind me and across the auditorium was a big stage...and on that stage were a bunch of dinosaurs. They were nestled somewhere inbetween cute cartoon dinosaurs and big scary mean ones. When I turned around I looked up the staircase and at the very top were all of the characters from Return to Oz; Dorothy, Tick Tock, Belina, Jack and the Gump. I remember thinking I needed to go tell them about the dinosaurs and so I was running up the stairs...but I could never get to the top...and then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash forward to last night. I am in college and it's the end of the semester and people are cleaning out their dorms and checking out with the R.A.  (I often have dreams that I am back in college, but it's always back at WIU and not BYU-I) I got to check out and my R.A. points out that all of my furniture and bookshelves are still in there and if I didn't get them out in just a few hours I would be charged a huge fine. For some reason I am with Stacies family and I am desperatly seeking their help to get this furniture out. They seem sort of put out by it...but know that I have to get it out of my dorm or I will be charged this fine. The problem was it was going to be almsot impossible to get in out the door and down the hall and down the elevator and then I knew that even if I could figure out how to get the stuff out out, I would never be able to get it in my car! So I debated calling a moving truck company but it was late at night and no one could come. I also remember thinking that I was just going to throw them away anyway so I could just throw them out the window and clean up that mess later. After much frustration in trying to figure out what to do...I realized that I was only dreaming and it didn't matter(something else that happens often in my dreams...I realize I'm only dreaming)....so I decided to go to the bathroom (still dreaming) and I remember thinking how gross the bathrooms were and I was thankful to not have to be using them much longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I woke up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2509407577480231637-6769103304268979110?l=onedreamygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6769103304268979110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/very-first.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509407577480231637/posts/default/6769103304268979110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509407577480231637/posts/default/6769103304268979110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedreamygirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/very-first.html' title='The very first...'/><author><name>Katy Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05655722196077009311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
