Vampire Dreams

I dreamed of Buffy last night. I was trying to get from the harbor in Oslo, Norway, where an airplane dropped me off, across the Bay Bridge into Oakland. I meant to take a taxi, but for some reason, I ended up on foot. When I got to the bridge, it was under construction - the new Bay Bridge being built was overlapping the current bridge, and it was infested with Vampires. The Scooby Gang was already there, fighting the vampires, and all was going well until both Oz and Willow started to change into werewolves. I ran outside to get away from them (did I mention the bridge was enclosed, with glass and wood walls?) but when I got outside, I heard others coming. More vampires, I thought. I went back inside, the werewolf threat no longer being an issue. The others were coming, they were looking for us. As they creeped around the corner, Buffy saw that they were armed with stakes, and they also were searching for vampires. They were members of some religious or fraternal order. Not sure what because I woke up then.

Fun with Three Year Olds

My sister, Chryste is often concerned about the language skills of my niece Terra, because Terra is partially hearing impaired. She worries that she slurs her words and is difficult to understand.

While I was on the phone with Chryste the other night, I heard Terra talking in the background. "Remember Mommy, when we went to the doctor that time, and I had to get a shot and the doctor gave me a shot and it hurt real bad and I cried and cried and cried and cried."

I commented on how clearly she was speaking and that I understood every word.

"Great," Chryste told me, "Of course, she's lying. That never happened."

Perfect. She can be understood, she just can't be believed.