  THESE DREAMS.... I don't normally remember my dreams, but last night I did. Perhaps it's because I was asking for my subconscious to work on a particularly sticky spot in the script. In the first dream, someone told me that I had nice Jewish muscle. This sort of bewildered me since I'm not Jewish, I was wearing clothes that hid my physique and the conversation was about everything but muscle. However, instead of just asking what Jewish muscle is, I just pretended that I understood perfectly and was completey oblvious to the rest of the conversation as I tried to unravel the puzzle of Jewish muscle.
Jeff says that dreams are basically our brains flushing themselves at the end of the day. Anything we came across in the media or a friend may have discussed is privy to make a guest appearance. I have resisted this theory before, but perhaps he's onto something. Yesterday, I visited the link of an artist who shared that she had miscarried and discussed how she was torn between telling people about the loss. She discussed the experience from many different view points, including what I interpreted as Jewish spiritual perspective. Perhaps this stuck in mind because I was inspired by the way that she chose to embrace this difficult time with strength and courage. It is she, not I, who has Jewish muscle. The other dream was not so poignant. Aliens came down in Dallas and my neighbors and I had to make our way back across Interstate 20 to Atlanta in secret.
There were lots of big sand hills and the aliens had stolen all the hand soap in all the gas station restrooms along the way. However, they did not realize there was a convenience store clerk resistance. Sometimes I amuse myself without even trying. 
