My Brain is More Creative Than Your Brain

I had the craziest dream.

I was at a family reunion at this really nice retreat center somewhere. It was time for the opening dinner, and apparently I had volunteered to help out in some way at this reunion. My mom handed me the napkins, and asked me to set them at each place, which had a place card saying who was to sit there, in some fancy fluffy way, which makes total sense considering my deep love for crafts and all things crafty. Mind you this was a huge banquet hall, and the tables seemed to be arranged in a ginormous horshoe shape, with diners on both sides of the table. As I made my way around the table, I saw my cousin. Apparently we both worked at the high school we graduated from together. I asked him how work was going. He said it was great. I asked him if he was worried about getting laid off and he said no, which I thought was strange because I was fairly certain we were going to get laid off. I didn't have time to warn him about this , though, because I was maybe a third of the way around the tables and people were already starting to eat. As I made my way around the table I got more and more cranky, because I was not done setting their places, and they were already tucking into their food. Finally I got to the last side of tables, and my aunt or someone came and told me to just come and eat. I was a little irritated that she didn't value my fancy napkin settings, and to see that all of the people at that side of the tables had just grabbed a napkin from the pile and didn't care that I had intentions of making their place settings lovely.


I went to take my seat, and was irritated to find that my place had been assigned far away from my sisters who had seats together. At some point I went down a very long slide, like at a water park but with no water, to get to the place the napkins were. I was greated by a girl who was helping with the event, who I think was supposed to be a cousin. I wanted to be irritated with her, because she was making me sit where I didn't want to, and mingle with people instead of just sitting with my sisters, but she was very nice so I couldn't be. So we sat down and had dinner and had a lovely time.



After dinner it had dwindled down to me and a few other poeple. Room assignments had been given after dinner and I had missed hearing where my sisters had been assigned. I was given a key and got on the elevator to find my room. The place we were in was hotel-like. My cousin who I had eaten with went to her room, and somehow I also followed her actions as well as mine in the dream. She had a lovely room with a huge closet, all to herself, because she was rich and her rich mother had payed for the very best. They came to this retreat resort all the time, and she was used to having the best. I went to my room and opened the door to find a very large, nice room that I was sharing with strangers. In the nearest bed, which was like a triple king, there were already two people laying down to go to sleep, a man and a woman (in a clean disney kind of way, people). I was delighted to recognize the man as my college roommate's husband, Brett. I went over to give him a hug and he fell asleep, so I left him to get some sleep as his was obviously exhausted. Wierd, I know. He and the other people in the room were there for a conference for work. I was anxious to know where my sisters' room was and went on a search for it. I don't think I ever found them.

I don't recall going to bed but I must have gotten some sleep somehow. The next day the cousins were all gonig to go on some kind of field trip. We were all intrigued because it was a surprise set up by my aunt. We got in cars, and set out from the retreat center. As we exited the retreat center we crossed a bridge. Every few car lengths, a drop-arm barrier, like you would see at a toll booth or railroad crossing, would come down and stop us. I'm not sure what was going on, but I had the impression that this bridge was like a drawbridge. Except we were spaced out all along the bridge so I'm not sure where it would draw up.


At the other end of the bridge was our surprise. We all gathered expectantly in an office foyer, wondering what the building was. And then of course the dream changed completely into some other little random dreams. So now we will never know what the surprise was. I blame it on K. All the sudden she was there talking about boys and waiting for one to call her.