Janet Miles

In the first dream, all of the UCW Board and the two organizers and all our respective partners etc. had moved into one huge house. However, not all of the rooms had doors, and I was concerned about the privacy of people who were being assigned to "lofts" on the balconies. Dale's and my room was sort of enclosed, but reached by crawling under a banister.

In the second dream, I was at a conference and was heading to the cafeteria for lunch. Lunch was available, but flatware was not -- there were little pickle forks but no full-size forks (or anything else).