Fire and Water.

To follow up on the dream from the other morning: we went to the new waterpark. We decided at the last moment to get season passes for both parks (2 for 1 deal). So even though it was overcast for most of the day, the promise of future fun (season pass) was there all day.

I just had a dream where I was doing the trolley tour and became distracted by my own music blaring from someone's car stereo. I got pretty excited and felt like I really wasn't proving to the people in the trolley that it was my music. Then the rest of the dream had to do with Becca Anderson trying to "connect" with me. "I'm over here." "Now where are you?" "Now I'm over here." "What about now?" "Now I'm in a different place."

It's 5:15 in the morning. I had to wake up too early. I'm still sunburned from the waterpark. And I have a headache.

Off to tell people as much as I possibly can about the "Great Chicago Fire!"

I found another thing.

So two days ago, I was walking to the store when I spied a cellular or perhaps digital telephone communicator fully equipped with still color picture taking capabilities just lying motionless in the grass of a house near my apartment. I picked it up and tried to make a phone call to the "home" phone but had my call rerouted to the bill payment center. I did not wish to pay the bill.
So I became a detective. When I returned home, I called up the "home" phone again and did a google reverse look-up and found the addresss. Then I called the people and left a message stating that I had their phone and I could bring it by.
Yesterday they called back. My wife and I returned it to it's home and received for our trouble, FIFTY DOLLARS!
Yay!
The only reason to do good deeds is to be given fifty dollars.
Today, there will be no driving of trolleys.
Today I go to the new Great America Waterpark with my wife! It will be fun.
I had a dream this morning that either Susan Lucci or Erica Cane died. I was somebody who really cared that she died and I was on a dark rainy street, crying about it. I felt a presense saying that there was a "sign" that she was okay in the after world. I looked and the water in a puddle was moving around a little bit. I said that I needed a better sign than that. Then the water separated itself so that the wet part of the sidewalk and the dry part of the sidewalk combined to look like Susan Lucci's headshot. Then I felt much better...but still doubtful. But then I thought about it and that was pretty amazing.
That was today's dream.
The water is pretty self explanatory. I'm going to a waterpark. But what's the Lucci? What's gonna die? What's the sign that everything is okay?
Find out next time on "Chris' Wild Theories"!!