Hooray!!! Mom & Dad arrive in Korea tomorrow!!! I might not have time to write much while they are here. I hope they’ll get along well with the cat….

Not much has been happening lately in my awake hours, but I’ve been keeping a ‘dream journal’ since February. Here are some exerpts:

March 5.
I was in prison ~ Martha Stewart style. However, I couldn’t find my name on any of the team activity lists (which were written in English and Korean), so I always felt I was late for something, but I didn’t know what.

March 6.
I ate a sea-cucumber, and it was gross. I tried to spit it out, but one little piece in the middle of my tongue kept growing back. I’d wipe it off, but it would grow back and keep wiggling.

April 3.
Toilet plungers and potted plants. That’s what last nights dreams were made of.

April 12.
I was supposed to be getting married at a roadside diner/gas station. When we arrived to set up, the army had comandeered the area. Luckily, I had my own Stealth Helicopter, and while I distracted the soldiers with tours of the helicopter, my friends set up the wedding in the woods behind the diner.

May 22
Queen Elizabeth was getting married again (I don’t know what happened to Prince Philip, but I seem to think he was invited to the wedding) and I was invited to the wedding too, because Prince Charles was my professor. I arrived a few days prior to the nuptuals and helped the groom make mincemeat, while my Mom and Dad helped the Queen roll candied fruit in marzipan.

What a day.

7:14am. I get a text-message from my student, wondering why I’m not at the office. I politely clarified for him that his make-up exam was supposed to be at 11:00am, NOT 7:00am.

9:00am. Still sleeping. I’m dreaming of a sweaty mechanic (don’t ask, and no, it wasn’t that type of dream). I wake up with my arm wrapped around my head, and realize it’s me that needs a shower, not my dream.

11:00am. I meet my student for his make-up exam, and intend to go to the bank downstairs afterwards. My bankbook and wallet are both still at home. drat.

1:00pm – 3:00pm. I’m in class listening to my students speaking exams. The first 3 pairs came in with absolutely nothing prepared, and stared at me in silence until I told them to come back on Friday.

4:00pm. I’m cutting a piece of cheese, with my hand carefully placed on the back edge of the knife. My hand slips and I manage to stab myself in the thumb anyway. As I’m rinsing off the blood, the phone starts ringing, and stops as soon as I’ve grabbed a paper towel.

5:25pm. I didn’t know the answer to Final Jeopardy

8:00pm – 10:00pm. Grading exams. Question: How many children do you want to have? Answer: Yes. I am will going swim yesterday. Did I teach them anything??

10:22pm. I think I have a sty in my eye.

I’m going to bed, and will try again tomorrow!