Why are my dreams so frikin strange??
I had a dream, last night, that a well loved PH specialist was trying to kill me, my daughter, and Salma Hayek, who was a PH'er in my dream. He supposedly had a gun, and we kept running from apartment to apartment until we found a way to hide in a bathroom, except my daughter was being so loud, nearly hyperventilating, that he found us, AND the bathroom door was see through no less. ugh! AND THEN, while waving the gun around, he asks us to go to the corner of such and such and such and such and pick up a pamphlet on PH!!!
While hiding out in the bathroom, I called 9-1-1 with my cell phone but since I didn't know what the apartment number was, I couldn't tell them where we were hiding out. We leave the apartment in search is the pamphlet and there are 4 elevators, but only one of them works. So nearly 100 people cram into this elevator, which for some reason, opens up on both sides. The entire time I'm in the elevator though, I have the doctor's gun in my back, and my daughter and Salma Hayek have been separated by the crowd.
They get out of the elevator from the rear and me from the front, which meant I had to walk all the way around the building to find everyone. My daughter's fiance finds me first and asks what was going on, but since I still had the doc's gun in my back, I couldn't tell him. I tried telling him in Spanish, but the words came out all jumbled up.
Walking around the building I start yelling my daughter's name, I walk up to a fence, and while yelling out her name, a woman turns around and tells me to shut up, and it just so happens to be me! that's when I wake up.
For crying out loud!