If I were to listen to my wife, then perhaps I should take more note of my dreams than I do… And what our neighbor has taught me regarding dreams and their interpretation, maybe I should be worried!
Last night was a doozy. it involved Hillsboro (not Tabor, but as Dean points out, that’s close enough!) and moving the Pletts into an assisted living place. At some point, a resident of the place was on the floor, bleeding from her leg and I wasn’t exactly sure of what to do. I met several of the people around her remarking, “I’m sure we’re related…” Later in the story, Dean and I were in line for something and the gal was there and I pointed her out to Dean who proceeded to take a look at her leg. I then remember asking Dean, “Do you work at this facility?” and she replied with a distant look as if she was figured out if that facility was on her list or not.
So much for the Hillsboro stuff…
Then I ended up in a helicopter with Mike Thompson, weatherman at TV5 (but, he actually works for Fox4!) and we flew back to the station. There I proceeded to break off a part of the landing pad while getting down. After walking a bit, the pilot remembered he hadn’t done his post-flight checks and I went back with him to the copter where we got inside and he did some vigorous circles on the pad. Then he left the pad and “drove” down the road in the business park of the station. While on this little excursion, we found out that we knew the same person as his wife worked for John Deere as a graphic artist (and I know a former marketing for JD). Another company in the complex had just let off workers and he accidently ran into one of the workers who (obviously) put on a great show of being injured. At this, the pilot knew he was in big trouble and the cops came out and… End of dream.
Not sure how we get from Hillsboro to a helicopter. But, that’s it!
Interpretation open to conjecture.
