I Got Chased by Lions and Dated Rob Lowe Dream

I’m walking though some wooded terrain to get to a campground, when I noticed some lions.  I asked someone where the lions came from, and was told that they had escaped a zoo, and nobody was ever able to catch them.  Needless to say, I decided that walking through lion infested woods might not be the brightest thing someone could do, so I decided to slowly back away and return to my vehicle.

Upon that decision, I start to slowly walk backwards to my vehicle, being very careful not to turn my back on these lions.  By the time I got halfway back, there were 3 male lions and at least 4 or 5 females.  At first they didn’t seem to mind that I was there (or anyone else for that matter), but then, one changed it’s mine.  A male came charging toward me, another was off to my right in the distance, and a female was off to my left in the distance.

My first thought was that I must protect myself, but all I have in my hands are my purse , a bag full of goodies and the arm off of some sort of very large stuffed toy.  I decided to shove the stuffed toy arm in the lion’s mouth, which I did.  Much to my surprise, he proceeded to play with it.

I got to my car, with other lions still following, and my car door wouldn’t shut.  Enter into the dream Rob Lowe.  Not only does he get my car door shut, but he drives.  Normally, I don’t let anyone drive my car, but hey, it’s Rob Lowe.  He told me he thought I was one tough cookie to take on a lion with nothing but the arm of a stuffed toy, so he’s like to take me to lunch.  Of course….he’s Rob Lowe, so I agreed.

We got to our destination,  ordered our lunch and drinks, and just were having a grand time chatting about how I saved myself from the jaws of a lion, when Rob Lowe looks across the room and asks “Hey, is that Martin Eng?”  Now, mind you, I don’t know Martin Eng from Adam, but I must have in this dream.  My reply, “Well, I do believe it is.”  Then, I notice my friend Bonnie across at another table, so I go over, and put my arm around her shoulders and wait for her to notice me.  She said “Kelly, you’re so funny!” We chat a bit and I return to the table.  Once there Rob Lowe hands me a note with some jewelry he had been untangling.   One piece of jewelry is a necklace with the number 85.

“What’s this?” I asked.  Rob Lowe responds that he hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting such a tough gal before, and he wanted to give me this collection of jewelry.  He asked if it would be ok if he asked me out on some dates.  He also told me 85 was the year he graduated.  Now, I don’t know if he meant college or high school.  Heck, I don’t even know how old Rob Lowe is.  But, hey, it was Rob Lowe, and he was dreamy.  So, after hesitating a bit about our imagined age difference, I accepted his gift of jewelry.  Then my cat woke me up.

I guess I should stop watching Steve Irwin specials and King Kong movies before bed. Nah.

My brother Dave

My brother Dave. Hard to imagine, he would be 54 today. He was my brother, my friend, and above all, he was my protector. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about him in some way, and I will never stop missing him. He departed this physical world in 1987, yet he visits me often. Happy birthday brother and I’ll see you in my dreams.dave

Skippy the Peanut Butter Dog

A long time ago….almost 13 years, at least 12, my sister went on a mission for me. I found a puppy on Petfinder down near Keokuk, IA. He was half bassett hound/half cocker spaniel. My sis went to check him out while she was down visiting family. This poor puppy was being fostered out (with the best of intentions by the adoption agency) in a house that unbeknownst to that agency was just littered in filth and squallor. Well, needless to say, my sis took him right out of that for me and brought him here. He was the funniest looking, yet cutest pup I ever laid eyes on. He had long hair, short legs and very very long ears. My youngest named him. Actually she named him about 8 times in about 10 minutes before settling on Skippy. You see, he was the color of peanut butter. We saved him that day.
Poor little Skippy missed his litter mates, and did not like being by himself at night. Skippy would cry at night, so I would spend every night for a couple months rocking him to sleep and singing “Molly Malone”, just like I did with my kids.
We had another dog at the time, and her name was Allie. She was older, and she took Skippy under her wing and they became buddies. Not long after that we had to put our Allie girl to sleep because she couldn’t walk anymore. Skippy saved us that day.
Skippy got attacked by another dog once. The neighbor jumped the fence to rescue him. He saved Skippy that day.
Skippy was long on ears and short on legs. His ears were so long, they would get in his water and food bowl. My youngest would put his ears up in her pony tail holders. He didn’t seem to mind.
He was unlike any other dog I have ever had…He never had accidents in the house as a puppy, and he was housebroken in 2 weeks. He didn’t beg (much), rarely barked, never growled and never howled that bassett hound howl (unless he wanted something or was calling for Emily). He could speak, he could shake, but he couldn’t sit pretty. (His legs were too short.) He minded, he listened, he walked well on a leash. He hated car rides….oh how he hated car rides. He would pant and whimper and shake. Never have I had a dog that hated the car so much. He loved all little kids, and would let them do anything to him. There was not a mean bone in his short legged body. But most of all, Skippy was perfectly happy just being a dog.
Skippy was getting old, and started getting old man problems. He had fatty tumors and skin tags, skin allergies, and he was getting heavy. Each time I would take him to the vet, I would ask…”Doc, is he still doing ok?” Doc would tell me…”He’s doing fine, he’s just getting old and has old man problems.”
Well, those old man problems finally took their toll on Skippy. His heart suddenly started failing and his abdomen filled with fluid. This time I couldn’t save Skippy. I made the best choice I could make….I know in my head it was the right thing. But, I’m having trouble convincing my heart of that….because it is breaking. And suddenly I feel like I’m 12 years old. I will miss Skippy the Peanut Butter Dog, and I will miss him terribly.flowers and skippy 003

6 years

6 years ago, you left this earth as we know it

Such a loss I’ve never truly felt and never was so sad

Because no matter how old a little girl gets

She’s never done needing her dad

I feel your presence in every corner

I hear your voice at every turn

Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I cry

And often the very soul of me burns

What a 6 years it has been without you

The greatest man to ever grace

The presence of everyone who knew you

On this earthly place

6 years ago you left this earth as we know it

And I have never felt so sad

Because I lost my friend, my hero, my confidante

You were so much more than dad.

Miss you Daddy!

My friend and her blind date dream

I had a dream about a friend of mine last night…

I was picking her up for a party, because it was on my way and that way her sister wouldn’t have to double back to give her a ride. I found her walking out of a drugstore, she had just bought a laxative. wth? Anyway she was dressed kind of like a doll or a clown.  Wearing a black pigtail wig, polka dotted black and white skirt, white button down blouse, mary jane shoes and knee high socks.

Seems she had a blind date with a guy who does puppet shows/clowning for young children and that was part of the date, dressing up for his show.

Kinda creepy, and a bit puzzling.  I am going to attribute it to my allergy meds, or perhaps I need to stop eating peanut butter before bed.