Last night I had a dream that I was driving down the street and I saw this lady from church arguing with her husband. I mean the lady was literally cursing him out. I stopped and backed up because they both were standing at a bus stop. It looked to me like their car had broken down.

I asked her if she needed a ride and she said yeah and got in my car leaving her husband at the bus stop. When I asked her why she was so mad she told me she was going on a trip to Chicago and wanted to use the car to drive there. She said her husband told her no and it made her angry.

The next thing I know my cell phone rings and I go to answer it when I hear a voice that sounds like my son asking to speak to my sister. I told him that this is not her phone and he said oh sorry and calls me by my first name. I was puzzled because my son only calls me Mommy. So I started to think it wasn’t him. Then I woke up.

Yeah, I know this dream was weird and not as good as the one when we were in Atlantis, but you never know what it might mean.