An Email to Jonathan

So here is an email to Jonathan. I think he gets a kick out of the dreams that I have and that I write about...but who knows...he usually responds with a witty sarcastic remark. He hasn't yet, but I decided to share this dream with you because I woke up saying, "huh?" Any interpretations are welcomed. :-)

Hey Jonathan!

So about 2 days ago, I had a weird dream and you were
in it. You had adopted 3 Mexican kids (2 girls, 1 boy
and none of them were related) and I was helping you
out by babysitting them. One day we were all walking
in Mexico and I was trying to keep them walking close
to us but you kept telling them that they could be
kids and run around. All of a sudden the youngest one
was stolen. She was bout 4 years old. A car came up
and kidnapped her. When we got back to the United
States, they took the other two kids away from you
because they blaimed you for the youngest being taken.
So you and I went back to Mexico and we found the
youngest one. I don't know how we found her, but we
did and she was flown to Boston becaus they found her
with drugs in her system and unconscious. My mom
decided to look after her. After that you were
allowed to get the other two back, but the problem was
we had to go and get them. The boy was somewhere in
the US with his birth father who was abusing him, so
we found him and I think you killed the boy's father.
A day later, we put the boy on the plane to Boston, so
he could stay with my mom, who was taking care of the
youngest girl who finally came out of her coma.

For the oldest one who was about 9 years old, we had
to go back to Mexico (again) and kidnap her from the
drug lords who held her hostage. So we drove all the
way to Mexico, as a matter of fact, we drove all over
the place, in the same car. You did all of the
driving. Anyhoo, I remember putting on a fake curly
wig so I could pretend that I was a Mexican girl. You
told the people at the border that we were going into
Mexico with your daughter to pick up your friend. You
gave him a picture of me and told him that when you
came gack, I would be in the car with you. I don't
know how he thought that I was a little girl, I
pretended to sleep in the back of the car, but ok...

Before we left, we found out where they were hiding
her and we checked into the hotel where she was being
held hostage. I pretended like I was a prostitute and
you were my pimp. I started flirting with one of the
guys and I saw that the girl was in the room next to
us and I got him to come into our room and you beat
him up. We put him in the closet and I shot him with
a sleep dart and we put him in the closet. Then we
waited for the men to leave the room, broke in, and
kidnapped her. Once we had her, so it wouldn't look
like we were guilty we went back into our room. When
the men returned, we started shooting through the
walls and they all died. We then hopped back into the
same car that we were driving around and went back to
Boston. All of your kids were together and you never
allowed them to run away from us again.

Hmmm...I guess that's what I get for watching "Kill
Bill Vol. 1" right before I went to bed.

I figured that I would share this dream with you since
you have heard them before.

I hope all is well with you! :-)

-Maxine