Insanity Illustrated

**This post is dedicated to Bev, the only person I know who has crazy dreams like me, and who inspired me to blog about my dream!**

***Disclaimer: Before you continue reading you must promise that you’ll love me as much after you read this post as you do before. Raise your hand and repeat after me: “I promise that I will love Brooke, and all her craziness, after reading this post just as much, if not more, than I do now and that I won’t let this insanity of hers cause any adverse effects on our relationship!” Ok, read on!***

I had a CRAZY dream last weekend. First I’ll explain the dream, then I’ll do some mild interpreting, but there is NO way I could ever really explain where this one came from!

Ok, so in my dream, I showed up to play some volleyball with my women’s team. I was a little late to the game so they’d already started without me. We were down a good 10 points and when I looked at the other side of the court I started to understand why. This is what the opposing team’s side of the court looked like:

And the opposing teams players looked like:


But they weren't nice... and they were fake-smiling... and they had the advantage because we were standing on the ground and they were standing here:


Another advantage they had was that our side of the court looked like this:


Come on, that’s gotta make it much more difficult! All that random furniture all over the court!

(And I apologize to my fellow Nacho Mamma’s! But can you tell which one is you?)

Anyways, so we couldn’t score because the bakery had


And with glass in them there was no way we could get the ball to hit the bakery floor.

So I called a timeout and got the


(who looks suspiciously like Bob)

To walk around the


With me and tell me just exactly how we were supposed to score any points.
Well, we found 2 doors on the side of the bakery that we could prop open so we made up the following game plan:


So T or Shan would navigate the furniture to pass the ball to Naka or Mandingo who would in turn pass the ball to me or Bevilicious and we’d shoot-set the ball onto the floor of the bakery. (No, I was not the one who made up those nicknames!)

We got all lined up, the plan was in place, we were going to be unstoppable.

And I woke up.

I’m sure we won, though. It was a brilliant plan masterminded by my ever-so-humble self!

So, now for a little explanation. I'm sure the volleyball came from the fact that I'd played in a regional volleyball tournament earlier that day (where we took 1st place).

The bakery... now that's kind of a funny story. It starts with the fact that I keep my house kinda chilly because I'm not there a ton, and when I am I feel like it's a waste of energy to heat the whole house. So I just have a space heater that I put in whatever room I'm in. Well, my dad's birthday dinner (Happy Birthday yesterday, Dad!) was the next day and I was in charge of bringing rolls. So, I wanted to set some frozen Rhode's out so that it could raise overnight but my house is so cold I didn't think they'd do well. So, I put them in a pan, covered them, and put them in my bedroom with me and the space heater overnight. They were raised perfectly the next morning, but the smell of the dough all night long must've prompted the "bakery" effect in the dream.

But let's face it, the dream probably would've been a lot less interesting without the bakery half of it!

Hopefully tonight’s real game won’t require such complicated tactics!

Will you still be my friend?