Victorian Water Slide

I'm a little fuzzy on the details of my dream last night, so bear with me.

I was at this old Victorian-style house for a party with my entire extended family. We were all acting really classy, because it was a nice house and there were waiters carrying around cheese and crackers. Also, there were two slides in the main room -- a regular slide and a water slide.

I actually have a fear of water slides. I will ride the tallest, meanest roller coaster all day if you give me the chance, but I will not do water slides. I don't mind them if I have an inner tube, but if it's just me and the slide...no.

• My back could be destroyed by a loose nail sticking up out of the slide
• I can't see where I'm going or what's going to happen if I lie down completely horizontally, as is required by most water parks
• Water could get in my eyes or up my nose and I won't be able to breathe
• I could get a wedgie. I could get a huge wedgie. 

Anyway, everyone was really enjoying themselves at this party when a middle-aged woman got up in front of everyone and said the reason we were all here was to give the house one last hurrah, because it was going to be torn down. Like everyone else at this get-together, I was pretty devastated. And I looked up at the water slide and decided that if this was going to be my last chance to ride a water slide in an old Victorian mansion, then by God I was going to do it. 

So I took Molly with me up to the rafters, planning on having her in my lap for the slide (I think this was for my benefit, not hers. Bad mother or worst mother?). I got myself all situated and was about to take off....when I woke up. 

So that was a close call. 

Prom

Had a dream over the weekend that I had to get ready for prom with like two hours notice. I went to the mall to get ready and told the hairstylist to just do something quick. So she just put my hair in a ponytail. Not an impressive ponytail, either. The kind of ponytail I used to give myself when I was in kindergarten. Or when my dad would try to do my hair.

Then I went all around the mall looking for a dress, but I couldn't find anything suitable so I ended up wearing the bridesmaid dress I wore to my BFF Amanda's wedding a couple of months ago. Funny story, there...in real life, I was feeding my baby before the ceremony and she threw up all over me and that very dress. This was about 20 minutes before we were all supposed to walk down the aisle.

With the help of the other bridesmaids, some paper towels, water, and a hairdryer, there was no visible stain on my dress by the time the wedding started. But it still smells like baby vomit.

So I ended up going to prom with a cheap hairstyle and a smelly dress. In the dream, not in real life. In real life, our limo broke down and we hitchhiked to prom. So...pretty even in terms of quality.