FINANCIAL DREAMS

FINANCIAL DREAM: I dreamed that I was a new hire at a very large financial firm. My job was in analysis. The man next to me was in acquisitions and mergers. I was looking at a very large spread sheet and I had highlighted stocks in blue and yellow for the previous day opening value, closing value. I was about to total them when my supervisor called me. She said that the calculation was very expensive about three hundred and three dollars. I figured I would pass the cost along to the client. But that should only cost mere pennies. The man next to me was talking to his friend. He was contemplating purchasing a building. His girlfriend was the agent for the deal. He wondered if his girlfriend was playing him. His friend exclaimed, “Where did you take your training?” I wondered how gossip would effect the sales of such a deal. I them wondered just what exalty did my job consiste of and did I really want to continue? YELLOW: Intellec, wisdom, tranquility. BLUE: Truth, harmony. NUMBERS: You are watching over material gains, possessions and are keeping track of things.

NEVER HAVE I EVER

NEVER HAVE I EVER...had this dream before I woke from a dream this morning. It involved Susan Sarandon and Harrison Ford. They were a pair of contestants. They had a luxury suite with one bedroom, bath, living room, kitchen with a deck. They were in the bedroom. Susan was wearing a white silk bra and panties. She dashed into the kitchen. Harrison followed. She grabbed a bagel, cut it in half and spread cream cheese on it. She took a bite. Then Harrison grabbed the bagel and chewed and swallowed. He wiped his hand on her white bra. Then he kisser with a deep passionate kiss. Woo Woo. The first contest was a cooking contest. The ingredients were a nice thick steak, some appropriate veggies and caramel to be made into some type of dessert. Slusan warned that the best caramel to choose was the hardest. The only ones I could find were all soft. Doom, doom I tell you. All of the officers were housed on the blue ship. Every morning the dived into the ocean and swam to the various white ships. They rotated to serve on each ship every day. Who ever won the contest did not win anything but fame. CELEBRITIES: However one feels about him and her. WHITE: perfection, cleanliness, new beginnings. BLUE: Truth, wisdom, tranquility. CARAMEL: Sweet situation that could turn into a sticky situation. If something sounds to good to be true, then it is probably not true.

COOKING

COOKING: I like cooking but I absolutely love and truly appreciate is being cooked for, especially with family or at a nice restaurant for a special meal. I my attempt at cooking was at Parkview Junior High in a Home Economics class. My other option was Latin. I rather think I should have taken Latin as I have a propensity for language...who knew? The one and only thing we ever cooked was Milk Toast. Ugh. This is a food made for invalids, it consists of heating milk in a pan and adding pieces of white bread then adding sugar and taking it off the heat immediately before any one can escape the room. Ugh! I never cooked anything until I was on my own, living in a house with my first roommate. My Uncle Carl was giving me free flying lessons to me and my roommate. One day I left a pot of eggs in water boiling away on top of the stove. We got home about three hours later. There was smoke coming out of the door. The water for the eggs had boiled away and the eggs were black and had exploded. Stinky! It took a few days to air out the house. Yeesh. The next food adventure was during the time Charlie and I lived at Grandma LaVann's ranch. I decided to make a german dish using venison rather than beef. The recipe called for marinating the meat in vinegar for two days. It looked truly disgusting, all gray and falling apart. Had to throw it out and anytime I mentioned using vinegar in any recipe was met with derisive laughter. Grandma LaVann gave me a pie crust recipe that called for a tablespoon of vinegar, which makes a very sturdy pie crust that can be handled for a fairly long time. Unless you roll it out for about 30 minutes, then it makes an excellent inedible Frisbee. Careful of rocks. User name will not be mentioned. My favorite seafood is Abalone. Delish Slice it thin, pound it until thinner. Fry lightly in butter. Yeesh it is good. My first attept at pumpkin pie was when I was staying at Grandma Horn's trailer at the farm. She had taken a train to go visit Aunt Wilma in Colorado. I had access to a small pumpkin which is cleaned, cut up and boiled in a pot of water until tender. Mashed that up. I then decided to combine two recipes for pumpkin pie. I doubled the amount of spices and it was gruesomely spiced. I did not know how to make pie crust so I simply poured the pumpkin into a pie plate and baked it until done. It was powerful strong but I ate it anyway. I have followed recipes for the most part ever since Once when Charlie and I were living in Monte Vista Trailer Park, I decided to make banana bread. I did not any flour. So I rumbled through the cupboard and decided to use Cream of Wheat. There was actually a recipe for banana something. The cookies came out rather strange. The were solid but rubbery. They actually bounced when dropped on the counter. We ate them anyway. Happy accident: When we lived on the ranch, I wanted to make a sandwich for Charlie. I had no bread. So I decided to make a bacon, tomato, lettuce taco. I fried the bacon, fried the flour torilla in the bacon grease. Put Mayo on the taco, put on the sliced tomato and added the lettuce. It was delicious and I have made it several times since then. Very handy. Lastly, the year after Charlie was born, I begged my parents to let me have the girls for the summer. We had a good time, the girls watched Charlie for me when I worked. We ran around like crazy whenever I had time off. We went everywhere. My favorite place was Golden Gate Park. One time I decided to cook rice with chicken gizzards and cream. That was not well received. I should have boiled the gizzards in Coca Cola which would have softened them nicely. I was teased mercilessly from then on any time chicken gizzards were mentioned. That is about it, I don't remember any other cooking disasters, I am sure someone will remind me.

NUMBERS AND I

NUMBERS AND I: My first encounter with numbers was in the first grade. Kindergarten was unknown unless you lived where there was a Montesori. Nope, not in 1950 Boise, Idaho. And Mom did not teach me to write my numbers, strange she was very progressive when it came to education. I remember my first grade class being asked to write number one through ten. I turned to a next desk classmate and whispered, “How to I make a six?” The next episode was in third grade at American Falls. I was tasked to put answer the clock hands and to write down the time. I got them exactly backwards. Even when I was told the correct answers, I was not convinced that they had the correct answer. Junior High at Parkview, I failed general math and had to take it again. If I had asked mom to tutor me I think I would have run away from home. The only time I was happy with math was in Algebra I. Somehow using letters as numbers helped me to turn the whole problem into a story that I could comprehend. The next class was Geometry. The teacher was a tiny Filipina named Miss Primativa Perez. She wore very high heels. She was not impressed with the big stupid Americans in her class. She told us that we all too lazy. The only thing that saved me was that she required that we write the theorems and describe the triangles. I took a lot of pride in typing the theorems, using red for numbers. I managed to get a C in that class. My next number difficulty was my first bank account. I wrote a check for rent and it bounced. I told the land lady that I had money in my account. It bounced two more times. I went to the bank and they explained that the monthly service charge was subracted from the account before the amount of the check. I went there to add enough to my account to clear all the charges, then I closed my account and opened an account at a Savings and Loan with a much better understanding of how a checking account worked. Oy!

THE REST OF THE STORY

THE REST OF THE STORY: I called Aunt Wanda a couple of days ago. I asked her if she had any out of state visitors. Yes, Jim came one day and Ellen the next. She and the cousins , husbands, a few kids and Aunt Wanda went out to breakfast at Big Bear. Then I asked if she wanted to hear another story about barrow. She chose the Ricky The Red Headed Hitchhiker. Then I asked her if she had ever heard the story of when Dad went AWOL and how got away with it. No, I rattled that off for her. She laughed and exclaimed that dad was a scoundrel. Yup. I asked her if she knew the story of when he ran away from home at thirteen. Yes, she knew a few more details than I had ever heard. Apparently Dad ran away without a word to his parents. He peddled his bike to Ontario, sold it for enough to purchase a railroad ride to Minnesotta. The other grandfather called Grandpa Berglund to let them know that Shorty was in Minnesotta. Grandpa B asked that they buy a train ticket and send him home. No, he spent the summer there working the harvest and probably used the railroad ticket to ride to New Orleans. He was picked up there for vagrancy. The judge decided to keep him at his house for a couple of weeks. I did not ask Dad how he got home. Aunt Wanda told me that he became a stow-a-way on a freighter which went through the Panama Canal. Pretty sure he was discovered and worked his way to San Francisco or where ever the freighter came discharge the cargo. That could have gone horribly wrong at any step along the way. But Dad was very charming and could talk himself into and out of the darndest situations. We also discussed gambling. Dad liked to play poker and lose then play craps and won, which allowed him to play all night long. Aunt Wanda told me that one time Dad gambled away his whole pay check. Mom had written checks which then bounced. She was completely humiliated. Aunt Wanda told me in her own words that mom humbled herself and came to them to borrow money to cover the bounced checks. Not a good situation. I then told her that the smartest thing Dad ever did was to leave home for about six weeks. This was in the early 80's. I was visiting at the house. Dad decided to get into a poker game in a room in the back of the Cherry Blossom Cafe. Unfortunately they didn't have a craps table and Dad lost one thousand dollars. He took out a loan and told Mom. I remember Mom telling that he was taking food out of the mouths of their children. He packed up the fifth wheel to a silver something. I am sure my siblings will remind me of the year, make and model of that car. He went to work in Redmond, Oregon for six weeks. That was just long enough for Mom to cool down and decide against ripping up the sheets. I kept my mouth shut.

CHORIZO AND MUSHROOMS

CHORIZO AND MUSHROOMS: This past Thursday, I purchased ingredients for spaghetti as well as garlic bread in a package. The kind you put in a 350 degree oven for 20 minutes or so. I bought one package of spaghetti sauce mix, small can of sliced olives, one pound of chorizo. It was not the traditional Basque dried though. I already had two cans of chopped tomatoes at home. Then I picked up three leeks and some button mushrooms in a box. Also got some shredded Parmesan Yay!!! On Saturday I dragged out the ingredients. I cut of the green ends of the three leeks, sliced them in half and then sliced them across into rings. I tossed them into my favorite frying pan in butter. Then I took the chorizo out of the casing and, since it was very soft, I put in the pan and mashed it up. Then I added 2 ½ cups of water, then the spaghetti sauce mix. Then I opened two cans of diced tomatoes added two tablespoons of smashed garlic. Also added some of the Parmesan. Simmer, simmer. At the same time, I had a stock pot of hot water on the boil and dropped in the buckwheat spaghetti. I also had the garlic bread baking at 350 degrees for 20 minutes. Drained the spahgetti and dropped that into spaghetti. Mixed well and added the rest of the Parm. Plated the spaghetti and sliced the garlic bread. Delicious. Review: Very disappointed in the Chorizo, it disappeared in the dish and contributed nothing to the flavor. The next morning I decided to have sliced canned potatoes, bacon. I noticed the box of mushrooms, which I completely ignored yesterday. Crap! So I made the bacon into lardon, got them frying and cut about five mushrooms in half and grilled them all together for ten minutes in butter. I turned them over turned off the heat and them coast for five minutes. Tim ate one mushroom and said, yummy. After breakfast I then cut the rest of the mushrooms in half and fried them for ten minutes in butter. Turned off heat to cool and then stored them in a Ziplock to be added to the spaghetti later..or not. I facebooked Auntie Gale and begged her to go find some Chorizo, the kind that Mom hated. Can't find them here other than wimpy stuff. Yesterday I was watching a southern lady cooking onion casserole. Well, she used two large onions. Cut off both ends, peeled and sliced in half inch segments. Separated in a bowl and sauted until clear. Then she put them in a casserole dish and beat three eggs, poured that on top, cut up five spring onions, put one cup of grated sharp cheddar and baked 350 for 20 to 30 minutes. That looked pretty good. I would suggest using Greyare it is my favorite but I never see that cheese sold in large enough quantities. I will definitely try this some time. Also had a hospital dream. I was in a waiting room for some kind of procedure. When it was over, I went back into the waiting room, I called someone to pick me up. The atmosphere was much more cheerful. Another little segment I was there to escort a man in a bed, with a blue blanket. He insisted in remaining in the bed So I took him to an elevator and we got off at admitting to check out. Gonna have to look up hospital, blue and elevator. Pretty sure hospital is equivalent of nurturing, blue means boldness, creativity, elevator just a guess but maybe mood?

LOST DREAM

LOST DREAM: I vowed not to repeat dreams that are very familiar to me such as; lost, house, travel, flying. However this one was unusual in that not only was it in color it was also in sound, I heard and spoke to people in this dream. AT first I was driving a large city on a new multi-lane roads, it was day time. I think it was in Detroit. I was then on foot and was looking for a certain address. I looked down a broad alley paved in red bricks. There were children playing there. I decided to go back up and encountered a black door. As I reached for the handle, it opened and women stepped out land asked, “What does the law say?” I replied, “Look first?” I then decided to call family to come pick me up. The outer lobby was covered in grafitti. I think I was in Philadelphia. LOST: Still adjusting to new situation. RED; Passion. Energy. BRICKS: Indivual thoughts. BLACK: Unknown or mysterious.

SPACE DREAM

SPACE DREAM: I woke early this morning and documented a space dream. There was a problem with the re-entry vehicle. Oxygen was leaking. The vehicle was half way into the descent and there was not enough fuel to return to the ISS. Suggestion made that as much stuff as possible be jettisoned. That was not a good idea because no matter how careful the jettison went there was still air leakage. NASA ran all sorts of possibilities. It was then suggested that any or all ground vehicles load a lot of oxygen tanks for a mid orbit rendevouz to add O2 to the descending rocket. It was hoped that if O2 ran out that the astronauts could parachute. Problem, no parachetes. The tailing parachute could not be modified in time. Time is a factor. OXYGEN: Represnts renewal. SURVIVAL: Means you will prevail over current problems.

TV SHOW DREAM

I woke from what I think could be a plot twist for a television show. In a very large hospital, the patients were dying at a statisically higher rate tha average. One of the hospital lab technicians was suspicious. She held back a urine sample from one the dead patients. She was thinking about how she would get this sample from hospital A to Forensic Lab B. She did not want to die of suddden death by killer and/or cop. There was probably corruption involved somewhere along the line of investigation and she could not trust anyone. The hospital had a pneumatic tube system for delivering small items. Also within the system were small intelligant robots. She felt she could put the urine sample inside the robot and the robot would navigate the sewer system to the forensic laboratory. She put the sample inside the robot and put on a radioactive danger label on the bot so that when it popped up in a toilet at the lab so that it would not be immediately discarded. She did wonder if the hospital sewer system had a trap to stop larger objects from floating into the main. So she had lunch with an acquintance who was knowledgable about the hospital sewer system. No, the system did not have a trap. So she flushed the robot down in the puplic bathroom. I wonder if I need an agent? Writers for Hollywood are admittedly desperate for original ideas, even though it is from a silly dream. URINE: To dream of urine is about feelings you have rejected or maybe you have a “pissy” attitude. Yeah, the last one for sure. AND lastly, I dreamed of a mother and daughter who had uncomable hair syndrome. The mom's hair was white, long and curved in Marcel waves. The daughter had light blue hair the grew out like a sweater. Ooh, nice and warm.