dream: i stole from bloomberg

whenever i take nyquil before i go to sleep, i am consciously aware that i will have a crazy dream. so as i took a dose last night, as i still fighting off this ridiculous cold, i looked at myself in the mirror and declared, "here is to a funky dream." pill swallowed, chased with cold water. out cold in five minutes.

my dream began in a cabin, and there was lots of snow outside. my dad was there and so was my mom and her mom (mimom...oh dear this will be a funny dream). my parents are no longer married to one another, and so this bizarre reality has begun. i am talking to my sister about a money scam i participated in. it was something like, i get a fraction of a cent every time someone, who i don't know, spends. they never even know i am stealing from them (isn't this from a movie...oh yeah office space!) my sister tells me she was involved with the same thing, and she was stealing from michael bloomberg, the mayor of nyc. she said she almost got caught, but it was no big deal. that is when i began to panic. i hopped into a car with my dad driving it and i told him what i was involved in. he was willing to help me escape, and as i was saying goodbye to him, the fbi found me. i was shaking with fear and dread of what they were going to do to me. they told me i had stolen $500,000 and i wasn't going to get away with it.

i was taken into a room, and a lot of people were there waiting for me. i finally saw a man who looked like mark twain, and come to find out, it was bloomberg trying to hear the truth from me. i said that i was tricked and scammed. i didn't mean to steal form anyone. and through my tears, bloomberg felt sorry for me and told me that i had until midnight to get the check of $500,000 to him so that i could be set free. if i didn't get it to him, i would be sent to prison. i rushed back to the cabin and was trying to find the check everywhere. it was in my purse, but a dog had taken it to play with it. i tried to find the mangy mutt but could not to no avail. i told bloomberg what had happened, and so he set out to help me find the check, trusting that i was telling him the truth. i also let him know that if i knew he was in that room when i first met him, i would have given it to him right then and there.  anyway, we searched high and low for the dog and i was running out of time. i was getting so upset with my family because they refused to help me out. i was freaking out, noticing how time was slipping so quickly from me. it was 11:39 last i checked, and suddenly! patrick woke me up from my dream. thank goodness.

strange...here is my analysis.

patrick and i have been able to spend a little bit more money that we normally would because we both have had decent bonuses and patrick just got a raise. we haven't been out of control, but if we continue on the path we are then we will! i guess i am subconsciously worried that money will take over my life instead of enjoying the things that i already have. we need to be wise with what we have been given, not be careless (or steal...haha) about money. 

this is beth signing off.

mission: laying off the nyquil for now.

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