Foster's Dreams

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Originally Posted by WiltsAKGirl17

I recall that second dream. Man, that's weird.

Now, regarding the first dream:

You lucky thing, you get to be married to him? (no need to clarify who "him" is here...) That makes my dream of slowdancing with him in my Grandma's living room seem really super Lame-O. Moving on...

You VOLUNTEERED to BABYSIT CHEESE?! That's just weird...

Oh, and somehow the arctic entryway door at work got fixed so it's not ungodly heavy and slams everytime it shuts now. I don't know what that has to do with anything, but maybe this dream fixed that? Perhaps when the heavy door in my dream knocked Cheese unconcsious, it caused some serious problems (try not bust a gut laughing) and that'd be all my fault, so the door is light and doesn't slam now.

Or maybe I'm hyper because I had a Haagen-Dahz Dulce de Leche ice cream bar and I'm sleepy because it's quarter till midnight Alaska time and the only reason I'm still awake is because I'm watching the M*A*S*H mail call marathon.

Oh, yeah, as an aside to Lynnie: We're just dreaming Cheese in character. Can anyone imagine what a normal, sophisticated Cheese would be like? *shudders*

Yeah, but in my dream, it wasn't the romantic, lovey-dovey sort of relationship, not at that instant, anyway, that most Wilt fangirls fantasize about, but more like a couple that have been together for a long time, and have pretty much settled into a "routine", so to speak. Not that there was no love, but it was more like the sort of relationship that most long-term couples have. It was more like the sort of thing where we could finish each others' sentences. Somehow, it started off with us at Foster's, apparently for a visit, and Cheese was there, since he'd apparently been given up by Louise, and he was causing all sorts of trouble at the house(no surprise there, huh?), and everyone was at their wit's end with him, so I piped up and volunteered to keep him for the weekend, to take the load off Frankie and the rest. I can recall Wilt taking me aside and trying to tell me that it was a big mistake, and me sounding all smug and confident that I could deal with Cheese, and him finally giving up and telling me I was on my own with this, and the next thing I know, we're back in South Carolina(a whole continent away, no less), and I get a phone call from my friend Christine(who lives in Tennessee)telling me that she and our mutual friends Chester and Johnny(father and son, respectively, who both live in southwestern Louisiana)want to go fishing down at nearby Lynches River, and I was just so excited! That makes absolutely no sense, since MY opinion of fishing, and Bloo's opinion of fishing in "Camp Keep a Good Mac Down", are pretty much one and the same! It also didn't make sense that these people who don't even live in the same state would just be there and want to go fishing, like it was an everyday thing just to pop over a few states to drop a cane pole in the water. OK, Chester and Johnny SO would do that; being Cajuns, they are die-hard fishermen and hunters who actually DO look at any body of water bigger than a foot tub and automatically access it for fishing/crawfish/alligator risk potential, but still...they're in Louisiana. I don't even remember anything specific that Wilt said while we were at the river, though I do recall Johnny(who'd brought the artificial lure in this elaborately-stocked tackle box) saying something about how Cheese was scaring away all the fish, and there were other random people there saying the same thing. I do remember that after we got back from the ER, and put the still-drugged-out Cheese to bed in this cot in the living room(and I do not have such a cot), and went to bed ourselves, Wilt just had his back to me and wouldn't say anything other than to remind me that he'd tried to tell me, but I wouldn't listen, so apparently it was now HIS turn not to listen. It was like I could feel his presence on the other side of the bed, but it wasn't a comforting presence, but a definate "cold shoulder". That feeling was more pronounced than anything he said or did throughout, but so was that feeling that we'd been together for so long. Being that I'm not fond of fishing AT ALL, and I am not a big fan of Cheese, and I will avoid babysitting duties at all costs(since my actual job often entails little more than babysitting, since that's how most parents see us teachers, anyway, and I often get stuck keeping other teachers' classes without any lesson plans when they fail to show up for work or get called into a meeting), it's really odd that I would have volunteered to do both!

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