Dreams

I had a dream last night...well, more early this morning that I went to a movie. It was more of a cartoonish movie. That's not the point. After the movie I accidentally left my purse in the theater. I went back shortly to go get it and find a man looking through it with his wife next to him. They were a middle aged african american couple..not important, but just so you get a visual. They looked familiar. I think the woman looked like Michelle Obama. Anyways, I quickly grab the purse back from him and ask him if he took anything. Of course he said 'no'. I had full faith that he didn't, but I wanted to be sure. I open up my wallet and see that things are in a jumble. The first thing I look for is my debit card...it's gone! I ask him to give it back and he claims he didn't do it. He eventually caves in. Then I begin to woner what else he took. My precious $6? My starbucks gift card? My movie gift card? The money was missing. I ask him to give it back. Rather than give it back he writes me a check for $18. I don't know why. I look at the names on the check, but do not recognize them. After I figure out what all was missing and he gives it back I ask his wife why she didn't stop him. She seemed to have magically written me a note and gives it to me. She apologized and said that he had been having problems with this in the past but didn't think he would do it again. Didn't seem to answer my question, but whatever.

After that I had a scare of wondering where one of my textbooks were. I don't know why I had my textbook there in the first place, but nonetheless, I needed it back. Eventually I found it and I was on my way. This next part may have been a different day because there were different people. In fact, I was watching the movie with one person, and the whole rest of the story was with other people. Anyways, me and a friend (unrecognizable) began to cross the street. We notice there is a car that isn't letting up and she nearly runs us over. We get low on the floor and I really feel the terror...I think I was beginning to wake up. I don't like dreams where I can really feel the emotion behind it. It was scarry.

On a different note, I went back to the urologist yesterday to find out that I need to have physical therapy for my bladder problem. She seemed to think it was a very serious situation and I needed to get this taken care of immediately. She actually said that if I don't get it fixed then I'm going to be wetting myself by the time I'm 40. I don't want that to happen. So, anyways, it's physical therapy for me and then possibly a medication. Last time I didn't respond to a medication my regular physician gave me, so that's why she wants to do the therapy first. I will likely be starting that this week. Once a week for four weeks. Fuuuuun.

Now, I really need to get back to my homework so I can go to the dinosaur exhibit at the Heard Museum with my little buddies later!