October 31, 2005
Last night I had the strangest dream ... I was back in the hospital in lower Manhattan, near Ground Zero, where my grandson, Noah, was born on 9/23/05. In my dream, I could hear the rain outside - presently creating flooding conditions in the northeast. In my dream. as I walked along the hospital corridor, I sensed that my pocketbook felt lighter. I looked inside and discovered that my wallet was missing, and I had no ID [identity].
Panicked, I found myself in the local police station, reporting my loss of identity. Several police officers were there, busily helping other people. They told me I had to wait my turn, as so many people were currently going into 'witness' protection 'programs', and needed new identities so they could move on. (great metaphors) Then I 'woke up'!
I spent Halloween in Connecticut with my grandsons, two year old Matthew, and one month old, Noah. Matthew and I carved a pumpkin and prepared the seeds. Later, I took two pics with Noah.
Grandma ... What a funny head you have !! Are you an alien?
[This pic was not photoshopped.]