Strange Events

I dreamt a lot last night. Different dreams. One of them was that it was flooding in America, and we were pulling (literally, with our hands) Mexico and South America up to fit along our Gulf Coast line to keep from losing our Gulf Coast line to the ocean.
It was strange.

There were more dreams, however they have been lost to wakefulness and reality.

Regrettably

I neglected to write down my dream while it was fresh in my mind.



I remember Gina being in it and her husband, but not the husband I know. It was someone else. He was scary and abusive, and unlike in real life where Gina and her husband have been together for decades, the Gina in my dream was confessing to me that her relationships rarely lasted more than three months because of her self-confidence issues.



I also dreamt that John had a job where he was picked up by a truck of men and they went out fixing things, I guess. I went to meet him at the front entrance of the sub division we live in, and there were females in the truck, too. When I asked him why he had not told me that there were females on the job he just laughed and said "because I know how you are and how you would react." We got into an argument about him lying and keeping things from me.