In the middle of the night, last night, my oldest daughter woke me up to ask me impatiently to please not close my bedroom door at night. Then she ran back into her bed. The reason I had closed the door was so our dog wouldn’t wake her at 5:30 in the morning in an attempt to get the household moving and closer to putting some grub in her foodbowl. Needless to say, my plan backfired.

When I was so urgently woken up, I was in the middle of a dream. In this dream, I had two free hours to kill and decided to spend it in Paris visiting our dear friends. I believe in the first part of my dream I was by myself, moving closer to our friends’ apartment building (I think I was flying–not in an airplane, just flying). Somewhere along the way I was joined by my husband and kids which slowed things down considerably. We were in some old building that was a fancy bank or something elegant and stuffy like that…I was getting impatient because I didn’t want to be there, but my husband was waiting to talk to someone. I got sidetracked at the jewelery counter and when I saw a necklace, which I really did see yesterday on Zee’s site, I proclaimed that it was a sign from above and I was meant to buy the necklace with the matching ring and earrings. At this point I heard “Mommy, will you please not close your bedroom door at night!” and the dream ended.

Anyone care to interpret?

Oh, and go visit Cybervassels and use the Word of the Week in a sentence. The word is holster. It’s the last day for this week’s competition.

One more thing. I have not forgotten about my archival cataglogue description feature that I promised you, but perhaps you have. I’m working on it.