Jami: Horror Victim and Dr. Phil

I do occasionally blog about my more interesting dreams, if for no other reason than some of them really stick with me all day. Last night I had two such dreams, very different. I won't bog you down with all the details, nothing is more boring than an in-depth review of someone else's dream, but a few interesting points. In the first dream, I was basically a high school or college age me, at a camp which was being plagued by suspicious deaths. There came a time when a counselor (who, I am going to posit may have been the killer) attempted to turn the other girls against me by suggesting that my disagreement with a now-deceased camper is what led that girl to make a bad choice that ultimately led to her death. In defending myself against such a ridiculous charge, I made what probably would have turned out to be my fatal mistake. I examined the circumstances of her death and announced to the group that while it appeared on the surface to be an accident, certain evidence (which I explained in great Sherlock-like detail) proved it to be murder. I even went so far as to say that any person who had a certain item (too complicated to explain here) should be held in suspicion and at that point I woke up. And thought, Well that was stupid. If I wanted the killer to come after me next, I sure gave him good reason. Even in my dreams, I need to remember to just shut up sometimes. The second dream found me playing a very Dr. Phil like character - but, you know with hair. I had chosen 8 families who were over-scheduled and I helped them simplify. I rearranged their budgets, showing why both parents didn't have to be working full time and more to make ends meet, pulled poor exhausted grade-schoolers out of their myriads of lessons, teams, and what have you, showed teenagers how to balance part-time jobs with school and still have a life. I took some semi-sadistic glee in pointing out to the family members that while they were all blaming each other, they all had a part in the problem. At the end, each of the families went on a relaxed-paced, not overbooked, not too expensive, family-centered vacation. The audience cheered them (and me, of course). I was a hero. To sum up: In both dreams, I was right, smarter than the others involved. In the first one, I was potential chain-saw bait, in the second - a family saver. Not sure what that all means, but I sure preferred the second to the first.