Dinosaurs and the creepy neighbor

Every once in a while, I have dreams that wake me up and I have a hard time making myself realize that it was, in fact, a dream. Last night, I had the craziest, longest, most vivid dream I've had since I was probably 6 years old and I dreamed that my school was on fire.

Last night, the world was invaded by dinosaurs. Laugh if you will, but it was incredibly real. What I first remember was me watching the news and the anchor was signing off with "God be with us." Then the floor started to rumble and I ran outside and this giant dinosaur foot came crashing down in our front lawn. It wasn't until then that Grant and I decided to pack up some things and start driving the heck out of there. I started packing a box of food and put two things in there: graham crackers and vodka. Good thinking, Raechelle. I grabbed Jersey and her ball, and the three of us crammed in my car heading for the freeway (not until after Grant was able to water the garden). As we pulled out of the driveway, I screamed, "Oh, s***, I forgot the peanuts!"

There are several things about that scenario that don't really make sense, but that's the glory of having dreams. I would love for someone to analyze that right there and tell me what it really means. The dream actually continued the entire night, despite me waking up repeatedly and checking outside to make sure the lawn was still in tact. They were all very similar, me screaming, Jersey shredding her rope, and Grant texting me that everything was going to be okay.

My last dream, and the one that woke me up for good this morning, had no mention of a dinosaur, but involved my creepy neighbor coming over and yelling at me. I can't remember what he was yelling about, but I remember after he yelled, I packed a box of old kids' clothes and put them on his doorstep, rang the doorbell and ran. It may have made more sense if I had left the box of graham crackers and vodka. Then again, maybe not.

Now, I'll be totally freaked out if Jurassic Park is on TV tonight.