excerpts from this morning's dream: 1.we were in a gymn and gramma b was there. all of a sudden she gets called up for an award. i looked over at her fully expecting her to shuffle up there with her walker, slightly stooped, but she jumps up, and actually runs to the stage to collect her large bouqet of flowers. then she swoops gracefully around the gymn with them, always at a run, amidst applause-- stopping and bowing every so often, holding the flowers strategically. the bouquet, or rather flower arangement was almost as long as she was. only her head and neck showed. weird hey? the whole time i mostly thought "gramma can run??" 2. i was in some sort of group and a lady was reading a newspaper article about how she was a young french bride with an english speaking husband and how it made all the difference that her husband empathized with her struggles. it was all about empathy and understanding. yikes. gotta go.