Where are your pants?

Last night I had the weirdest dream. Wearing exactly what I wore to bed, an oversize teeshirt and my most comfortable panties I found myself shopping at Target. I wasn't alone, no no, I was with my Mom, my friend Lisa, and her mom. Which is strange that these 3 were okay with me walking around in my underwear. In fact, they all thought it was funny. I seemed to have a really good reason when they asked me "Where are your pants?!"... I proclaimed that it was much easier to shop without pants because then you could just try on shorts and pants as you found them. If one size didn't fit there was no need to get redressed and leave the dressing room to find a different size. I specifically remember her mom saying, "Yup, that's my Charlotte!"

(So now that I'm awake and thinking about this... YES! This is such a brilliant idea! It would make pants shopping sooo much quicker. Although, I'd hate to end up on People of Walmart!)

My dreams faded for a little bit after this one. Until I was at work in some sort of down port type of place. Everyone was scared to death because there was a band of thieves running around and killing people, the modern day type of pirate. We all found ourselves hiding upstairs in the stock room every sound sent someone to go mad. As these pirates began to charge up the stairs I took a leap of faith out the window and landed in this sand pile where I buried myself for a while. From the sand pile I was watching the beach, there was a little boy and girl playing near the water he kept pushing her down and trying to hold her under water. I scared him away and ran to the little girls side, we then collected seashells and beach glass until I had to leave on a boat that was coming to save me.

(That dream faded, and I can't remember what happened for a while. I was laying in bed telling myself, OH! Don't forget this! But I did. Oh well.)

Now I was at home stressed out from a day events with my brother and some lady that knew us quite well brought us presents. I was really excited because I thought it was an ipad (haha!) instead it was a different tablet. She went into this big explanation to why it was the best because it came with 3 extra batteries and multiple soft cases. (Now I really want a random lady to come to my house with tablets for me and Steven, I have my fingers crossed and hopes up, though I am expecting this to actually happen.) A homeless crazy then comes into my house and begins shuffling her feet all over, everywhere and everything. She's harmless and doesn't want to hurt anyone just wants to wipe her feet. Eventually she leaves.

Patryck's alarm was going off some time around 11. As always I elbowed him till he snoozed. Where I then found myself in my final dream. The both of us were in church. I was still feeling scared and anxiety from earlier. I was listening to the priest who kept turning around and looking up at the organ because he said it was talking to him. But he just wanted to ensure us that we were all okay. There was then a nontraditional song. I looked at Patyrck and said this is Sophie's (our friend from Sweden) favorite song! (So when he wakes up I'll actually be able to find out what song it was). But for now, it was some kind of techno song. One that had a dance following to it... there were many people who started dancing to it and I was mad I didn't know the dance. After church was over. I woke up.