Married and Moved . . .

I was dating a Romanian man, he had short cropped gray hair, was muscular but lithe, looked a little like Vin Disel but not as muscular.  I had a bunch of cats and he had a bunch of snakes.  We were having a day at a park and there was a woman with a young cat who was treating it very terribly, carrying it by it's hind feet, things like that.  My love had just smoked a joint, I didn't do the drug but he did and I didn't mind.  I told him we have to get that cat away from that horrible woman and we approached her and asked her if the cat was available for adoption, we'd even give her a little money for it.  She had wild red-blonde hair, haggard face, was thin and possibly homeless.  I asked her what she would take for it, she said "I'll take some pot."  My love didn't have any more, well he did but didn't want to give it to her.  I threatened to call the police about her abuse of the cat and she handed her over.  I named her Porsche.  My love and I married and we moved back to Romania.  We got there and were making up the house and making a room for his snakes.  There were all kinds and colors, some were red and black some were brown, they were all average size snakes, not large pythons.  It was a collection of just plain snakes.  Our favorite cat was Porsche and she slept in the room with us.  We'd gone to bed and began making love when I woke up.  Ain't that always the way!

Hurricane!

I dreamed I was working for my last boss (again) and there was a hurricane on the way.  He was going to let me go early, but there were things I had to do first.  I had to bring him some gold disks (like cds) and get him a pizza.  There was an older man there I had to mail something off for, I got them in an envelope and started to UPS them, then thought better of it and went to call him to ask him if that is the method he wanted it sent.  He'd left so I went ahead and let the UPS lady take it making sure it was being sent standard.  Then I left to go get the pizza.  I was driving down a road that was already getting under water, the waves were lapping over the road and you couldn't see the road, couldn't tell the area from the bay.  The water was a beautiful blue, the foam on the water was clean and white.  The town I was driving to was small, the brick on the buildings the tan type.  I finally got to the pizza place and ordered it, was waiting for it to get ready and some punk kids had gotten hold of some cds I had and were playing them, one of them was alternative music which I don't listen to, some people in the pizza place didn't like the music and were complaining.

Odd . . .

I dreamed that I was at the White House.  I was referring to the president as "obama" and the first lady as "michelle".  We were preparing to go to a formal affair.  Obama was running around, in and out of the room and Michelle and I were in a bedroom and I was helping her get ready.  She had painted her fingernails a deep purple and wanted her toes painted the same shade but didn't want to paint her toenails because she wasn't able to paint her toes very well so I volunteered to paint them for her.  I noted as I did so she had really ugly feet.  The skin was dry and cracked, her toes were oversized, just really uggo feet.  The dream meandered meaninglessly after that and I blissfully awoke.