DAY 30!! I actually did it and stuck to it. Wow. I didn’t realize how much I missed blogging until I actually blogged every day for a month. Cool.

Today, the final day, I am suppose to write about a dream of mine for the future… I have a few. Some are more realistic than others, but if you’re gonna dream, ya might as well dream BIG!! Right??

– I plan to graduate from school in May 2013… the same year Tristan will graduate high school. I will have a BS in Family Studies and will be a Certified Family Life Educator (CFLE). I would like to work as an advocate for victim’s of drunk driving or domestic violence.

– I would like to travel to Australia within the next 10 years.

– I want to be fluent in ASL.

– I want to live near a beach. (This is one of those things that will probably not happen, but I can dream…)

– I want all my children to find amazing people to marry and be happy and healthy and live their dreams!! (preferably near me…)

– I want my husband and I to own a family business that our kids can work at if they want to. I love how Sei’s uncle own “Kahuku Grill” in Hawaii. That’d be awesome.

–  I want to be completely out of debt.

– I want to be 25 pounds lighter.

I am sure I have other dreams, but I am so tired right now that I’m drawing a blank… I will add more as they come to me.

Don’t laugh, but here’s a pic that represents my “Dream Home.”

Maybe not an actual HUT, but I’m just not one of those people who looks at other homes and thinks, “Wow. I want that…” or “I need that big house” or anything else.

I’m not this lady:

 

I don’t care about material stuff. I don’t care about size or resale value or any of that other stuff I’m suppose to care about. I’ve lived in little houses, bigger houses, a small apartment, an apartment with roaches, the wilderness with a cup and a blanket… I’ve had 1 bathroom for 9 people, 3 bedrooms for 7 people…. And we were happy. I tell Seiuli all the time that I’m ready to sell everything and move to our hut in Hawaii. He can be a surf instructor and I’ll sell bobbing head turtles. I think that would be amazing– to sell everything and just go live the life you want; to quit conforming to the norm.  My dream home is with my family… preferably on a beach.

Is that too much to ask?

Last nite I had a dream. Most of the time I wake up and vaguely remember that “yes” I dreamed something but that’s about it. This morning I woke up thinking, “I love my husband!!!”  My dream sucked eggs big time. I don’t know all the circumstances surrounding the dream, but apparently Sei and I were divorcing or something. I just remember calling him “Babe” like I do all the time and he said, “You don’t get to call me Babe anymore.” I tried to kiss him later and he said, “You don’t get to kiss me.” And the way he said it broke.my.heart. I know I said something to him about him needing someone to watch Taj and Liv during the day. (I guess I lost custody.) and volunteered to do it and he told me I’d have to get a “real job.” WTH?!?!

I woke up STRESSED and CONFUSED. I didn’t know what the heck was goin’ on and I sure didn’t know *why* I had such a dream?!!? But I DO know that I love my husband and that small glimpse into life without him SUCKED. I don’t want to experience it ever. So Sei- I call dibs on dying first. Just sayin’…

I have whacked out dreams often. Most of the time I can’t really remember them, but other times I wake up and I’m like, “What the hell was that??” Kinda like in this post. Last nite I was up late chatting with a friend, then up at 5:30am  getting Tristan off to Hawaii with my parents. I didn’t get a lot of sleep. So while the kids played around me I dozed off on the couch. I started dreaming I was in a gym surrounded by kids from my jr. high and high school- but I was an adult. Without any warning the floor started opening kinda like on “It’s A Wonderful Life.” I full on expected a swimming pool under the floor and was ready to jump in because I’m wild like that. I jumped- without looking- and landed in water. But the water was full of alligators and sharks. And there was no ladder to crawl out with. I woke up in a frenzy feeling like I couldn’t breathe. (NOTE: This dream was not drug induced. I did not take sleeping pills or anything. I only dozed off on the couch.)

So… my question for you: Do you think this dream meant anything? Or was it just the result of staying up too late, watching Shark Week and being on Facebook too much?

What do you think?

What’s your interpretation?

So I read this story yesterday about a girl who supposedly went to have 3 star tattoos put on her face, but “fell asleep” and ended up with 56 stars. I don’t believe her. How the heck do you fall asleep while getting tattoos ALL OVER YOUR FACE? (unless you are really, really, really drunk…)  I think she went home, her dad or boyfriend or whoever freaked out, so she made up this lie. Now she’s suing the tat artist for the cost of the laser removal surgery. Um, you’d think that if you were unhappy with your tat that you’d NOT pay for it, throw a huge fit, somethin… But whatever… The guy said she’s lying, but that he’ll pay 1/2  just because she’s dissatisfied.  I’m thinking he probably doesn’t see what the big deal is…

Anyway…  I’m pretty sure this story and the fact that I was emailing Brandy - check out her tattoo work at Stitchblade Designs-  about tattoos. Then I was talking to Sei about tattoos. To put it in his words he’s “...a little old fashioned when it comes to things like tattoos…” I think all that combined lead to my dream. I dreamed I was  going to get Seiuli’s name tattooed on my shoulder. No Cool Story was the tattoo artrist– inside a big tent. Apparently I fell asleep. When I woke up I had SEIULI tatted right above my butt in like the Mexican style writing and then my ENTIRE BUTT was tatted with a spiderweb.  It was a horrible sight! It looked like someone took chocolate syrup and poured it over a huge pile of cottage cheese.  Oh… yuck. I woke up a little traumatized, I think.

What do you think? Do you think she really fell asleep, woke up, paid for the tattoo all while planning to sue? Or do you think she asked for that tat and then regretted it?

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