My first weird dream!

I have been reading over the months about other mother's weird dreams. Well, I had my first one. Probably because we went to see Ave. Q and I walked out. I am just not the risque type and watching puppets "do it" and I mean -"they could teach us some new moves kinda doing it"... and a song about how the Internet is just for porn.... well, I walked out when many others really were able to widen back and enjoy it for the comical look at society that it was intended to be.

Anyway-- my dream started in my old house in Houston on the Bayou. There was a flood that came up to our home,(which there never ever was when I was there). Ian and I weren't panicked. We got the big inflatable boat and loaded the kids in(funny because it is from the house I have now- that house didn't have a pool). And, in typical fashion of today, I always had Ariana in mind and told him that we were going to need a bigger boat in the future because Ariana wouldn't have fit. The next thing I know, we are in a room with other PAPs in Russia or somewhere between here and there. There were a few of us, but Nicole is the only one I knew by name. It is cinder block with one glass window. We are escorted in for our turn. I look through a big bullet proof solid glass window and Susan, Ana, and other parents are on the other side smiling from ear to ear- they got a referral and are holding a folder just elated. They are mouthing that it will be OK. Now let me share with you, outside of the happy PAPs on the other side- it resembled a gas chamber.
Then this old, short lady with black & grey hair in a bun, dressed in an old style black suit- (where the skirts hang well below the knee and the matching jacket/coat is squared and covers her bottom) and the thick hose and black nurse shoes- well, she walks in and knows who I am. She hands me a folder. I am expecting to be told that they don't have a folder for me and I need to wait some more and for her to move on to the other parents in the room. But she hands me a folder before anyone else.I can't bring myself to open it and hear again that I need to wait some more. Then, She matter of factly tells me that this one is specifically for me. That she came off the data bank just today- that she was late because she was waiting for it, that I should be very pleased, she is very healthy. She is quite proud of her match and I can tell she thinks I should be honored to get such a referral. Which after hearing her, I start to cry and kiss her right on top of the head and run right through the glass to the other side (no, I didn't get hurt-- it just let Ian and I through). I never looked in the folder to see what she looked like or her age or health status. I never spoke to anyone on the other side of the glass when I got there, but I think the feeling resembled what it would feel like to get to heaven. You just know everyone is happy you are there. You know they empathise for you. And you know the best part is still to come. The room is alive with joy and anticipation.

So, there you have it. My very first weird dream!
Now, I am off to go on a morning swim with Ian and Aidan. Everyone has big plans for the day- so it is going to be a busy one.