Jen


Oh sure, Greg. Blog once and then call it a day. . .

So the weekend was good. What about the temperature drop from Saturday to Sunday? Brrr. I’m wearing a sweater and jeans today. Maybe I’m over reacting to the cold, but I don’t think so. I got to spend the weekend out in Streamwood. I still don’t know how I feel about it. I just feel odd staying at Pat’s parent’s house when we both have places of our own. We did have some family stuff to do and all . . .

Saturday night, when Pat and I got back, we fell asleep on the floor with the TV on. I had this crazy dream. So, I’m walking home* from the bank on the corner of Cortland and Devon in Park Ridge. Anyway, it’s night, which is odd enough to be leaving a bank. I get home, but instead of the apartment, there is this small, dirty, white building, with two doors and a bunch of crappy cars parked out front. Anyway, I think to myself, that this is a hotel, and I wonder if I should check in before going into my room. I decide to just let myself in. So, I go to the second door and behind that, there is this tiny hallway with two more doors and cement floors. The first door on the left is mine and I can remember holding the main door open with my leg to get some light in from outside while my focus is on the key going into the lock. Once inside, I’m in a dark room where all I can make out is the dresser. When I turn on the lights, there is a bed and posters. There is clothing all over the bed. I make a realization that the room is mine, like my bedroom at home. Then I make another realization that my room has hardwood floors and this room has carpeting and that it isn’t really my room. Anyway, I’m thinking about all of these things . . . Then I hear, “when I feel his presence, I look in the mirror and I can see him here with me.” While this voice is speaking, I walk to the mirror and wake up. I still hear the woman’s voice because it is the voice of the woman on TV. There is this show about ghosts on the history channel. It completely freaked me out. I guess I have to go back to that dream page to figure this out, unless someone out there is a dream expect. In that case, you can write me.

*Home is actually the first apartment we lived in in Park Ridge when my mom, sister and I moved out of the south SIIDE! of Chicago.