My Husband Was Kidnapped Last Night

If you know me by now, you've already figured I'm referring to a dream.

[Insert standard whine about how I've been slack blogging lately.]

I had a dream about Amanda Palmer last week, so if I'm going in order, I should post about it first.

Verbal Terrorism Productions was hosting Amanda Palmer playing in the auditorium of my old high school. After the show, Jada, me, and an old friend from high school, helped AFP pack up. First, we took her out the most straightforward way. As we were walking out with the first load, she asked about an old teacher. I told her that he was on the other side of the building, but she said she didn't mind taking the long way for the second load.

Afterwards we hung out in the parking lot. There was a couch and a tv stand, and AFP brought a video game console. We all sat and chatted for a while, and never ended up playing video games. Before we knew it, she had to get on the road, so we helped her pack the rest of her stuff up and she left.

Photo by by No Detour Ahead

Then last night, I had a dream about Brian. That's the two of us at Marc & Michelle's wedding. This is likely the only time I'll ever see Brian in a tux, so I'm spreading these pics all over the place.

I stopped at a discount store on my way to work to buy some stuff for a little girl's birthday party. It ended up taking hours instead of the quick stop that it was supposed to be.

While I was at the store, Brian was going to visit a friend that moved away. His friend was supposed to pick him up, take him to his house, and then bring him back later.

Outside the store, I saw a nice leather chair and accessories in the dumpster. It was exactly the type of chair we had been looking for, and in perfect condition, so I wanted to take it home. But it wouldn't fit in my car.

Since I had taken so long in the store, I figured Brian would be home by now. I gave him a call to see if he knew of anyone who would have a truck to take our chair home. But when I called, I found out that Brian's friend hadn't just moved an hour or so away, he moved to New York state! His friend had only come back in town to pick up some sweaters, and gave Brian a call and took him back to New York with him! Brian was stranded, and we were trying to figure out how to get him back home.

I decided I would drive out there to pick him up. It was a Saturday, so I could drive there, possibly get a couple hours sleep, and then drive him home on Sunday. When the dream ended, I was hurriedly packing a bag.