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Dreams
I had a really strange dream last night--we were fighting World War II again, and my grandfather was in the war, and somehow both grandparents ended up killed. I think. I remember gathering around the kitchen counter in their house with my family and crying a lot. Then Gram was a ghost, and we were at Brandeis, where classrooms had wheelchair-accessible areas that were just big square cellar-like rooms dug on one side of a regular room, with a ramp in between. Anyway, if you pissed ghost-Gram off, she could sort of inadvertently kill you--the normal whitish ghost-glow would become black and she would drain your life. I was trying desperately to protect a friend who had done something stupid and upset her. It was very, very strange.

I have a whole chicken cooking in the Crock-Pot (a variation of Crazy Aunt Purl's turkey breast in the crock-pot for dinner tonight--some homemade stuffing and mashed potatoes to go with it, and we have dinner. I hope. I don't use the slow cooker much so I'm not especially good with it.

Current Mood: odd
Current Music: Skin--Oingo Boingo