dream...........

I've been having dreams of meeting men lately.  I think this is a sign that I'm not as angry anymore, but content.  I just woke from a very vivid dream of Japan.  I was visiting an older American couple who lived there.  The woman who was very wrinkly and coy and the man who was tan and full of energy.  After greeting and introducing them to the kids we decided to go out for diapers because I had no more for the baby.  So while walking to the car I noticed an avian woman walking past wearing a black tank top and black underwear with a huge dragon tattoo going up her outer thigh.  She was walking toward a shop called The Smoking Dragon.  Then I turned back around and we were at the car and everyone was in it but the baby's stroller was outside the car and could not fit inside.  I told everyone that I would return that I had to put the stroller inside the house and for some reason everyone got out of the car and walked back to the house with me.  On our way to the house the smell of dampness and the touch of the warm sun hit me as I looked onto the courtyard where the children of the area played and to my left was this huge billboard that read, "WORRIED?"  it was a Verizon billboard.  I asked the older couple about it and they said it was just put up yesterday and they don't understand what it means.  We reached the front door where they have a nice patio set outside and I put the stroller inside the home.  When I got back outside everyone was sitting down and a man dressed in a chef coat was unloading food on the table and taking drink orders.  He was amazing!  He was a tall Asian man, average build, with mid-length black hair and bangs that were just long enough you would want to move them from his eyes.  His skin was flawless and as I introduced myself I gazed into his blue eyes.  He smiled at me and introduced himself.  The old man wanted me to ask for a drink but I could only ask the old man what he thought I should get and he said a gray parrot.  When I asked for this drink the Asian man replied, this drink should not be called the gray parrot; we will give it a new name today....the Vanessa.  As cheesy as it sounded I ran like a giddy school girl into the house where I woke up and cursed very loudly.  hahahha  okay, I'm going to try going back to sleep now.