Okay, so I had another dream about Carey. (Yes, I have had several.) I almost didn't have this dream as Bear had woken me up around 4:00 with his snoring and I was having trouble going back to sleep. I have trained myself that if I think about anything I had been dreaming about thus far that night, I can fall back asleep dreaming about the same thing. Well I couldn't remember anything about my dreams that night so I thought about other dreams I have had and WHAM, alseep and dreaming. This dream was really odd. Carey and I were in California and we met this dude named George who was trying desperately to pick up chicks. He looked and sounded just like Kip from Napolean Dynamite. I don't know how we met him but he took us back to where he lived which was a boarding house. We were floored when he opened the door. His room was tiny and the walls were day-glo yellow and all of the accents and his bed were purple. Carey and I looked at each other and managed to keep somewhat straight faces. He was joking about picking up women and how was he ever going to get a chick when his teeth "looked like commas." (I can't make this stuff up. I live a whooole other life at night.) Then we go back outside with him and Carey whips out a portfolio and is showing him beautiful nature and landscape photographs. I say to Carey "Oh that's right. You're a professional photographer!" and she proceeds to sell him a $5,000.00 package for head shots!! We had talked to Nookie earlier in the day and all of sudden she shows up. I asked you flew all the way from Atlanta? She said "Well, you guys sounded like you were having so much fun that I decided to take a flight out here." That's about all I remember but gosh it was odd. Fun, but odd.
All the S.W.A.T. peeps are still here. I have gotten to know one of the bomb dogs pretty well. His name is Alex. He's sweet. I have gotten so used to having all the guns, rifles, bomb dogs and extra personnel around that it's going to feel odd NOT having them here when they leave.