Wash Me, and I Will Be Whiter Than Snow

My dream last night is probably very symbolic, but I don't know the deeper meaning. I woke up and thought, "Oh. That's weird." In the dream I was standing over the sink in the bathroom of my apartment. Looking in the mirror I noticed that one of my front bottom teeth was bleeding... like, gross amounts of blood (not that there is any non-gross amount of blood, in my opinion.) I leaned over the sink to keep the blood from dripping on me or the floor, but as it fell from my mouth I saw that I had left a white sports bra and tank top in the sink. Too late. The blood hit the white cotton and immediately turned both items completely red. I turned the knob for the cold water, which became pink as it hit the stained clothes, but the stains did not fade at all. I scrubbed the clothes endlessly, put them once through the washing machine, but they remained red. Yep. Weird.

For Posterity

I received this text from Andrew Storey yesterday after he read my blog:

"You have some very special dreams :) im still holding out for a sweet dream adventure though...Maybe i should send you a script to try to influence you :)"

We proceeded to have a brief conversation about scripting an epic dream starring Andrew as sort of a scientific study on the subconscious. He has not yet sent me the script, but I gave it a shot anyway. This was the result:

I dreamed that Andrew and I stood in front of an open closet looking up at a large storage bin filled with photographs. We talked about epic dreams. Dream Andrew said, "Can you please just try to make me slay a dragon? Or fly? " I replied, "I mean I will try, but what if I dream something really embarrassing?" He said, "You won't... but if you do, write about it anyway!"

Better luck next time, dragon-slayer :)

Technicolored Dream T-Shirts

My dreams continue to be prophetic... sort of. This morning as I pulled a tie-dyed t-shirt over my long-sleeved Under Armor to go running, I remembered a dream from last night involving tie-dye. I had a large bucket with multiple colors of dye (not mixing together, miraculously,) and about 8 t-shirts, which I had rubber banded 8 different ways. I dropped them all in the bucket and waited for the colors to soak in. Not the most exciting dream, but I find it interesting that I chose a tie-dyed shirt this morning before even remembering the dream.

In another dream I sat in a roller coaster cart at a water park. A girl working there stood behind and held on to the cart like a dog sled. I knew her somehow and knew that she was actually a vampire. Don't worry-- she was more of an Alice Cullen than a Jane or Victoria. Still, I turned around and said, "Can I be neurotic for a moment? Are you sure you aren't going to bite me?" (The first question was a text I sent to Joey yesterday... but I did not follow up by asking if he was going to bite me.) The vampire assured me that she was a "vegetarian" and had no intention of biting me. I relaxed, but in retrospect that was not the wisest move; if she did plan on biting me, would she really tell me if I asked? Thankfully she was a vampire with integrity.

At the beginning of the last dream I remember from last night, I sat on the floor of my room organizing my shoes...which is really irrelevant to the rest of the dream. I heard people talking in the living room and initially thought they were someone else's friends (that's how I conceptualized it in the dream.) I walked out of my room and realized that they were indeed MY friends! After hanging out in the living room for a while Amy Clark said she needed to use the bathroom. I said, "Amy, I will pay you $10 to pee in your pants." Andrew Storey jumped up and said he would throw in another 10. Amy, apparently desperate for cash, stood in the kitchen and peed. Sadly the event was not as funny as I'd hoped; all I could think about was the fact that I was out 10 bucks, and there was pee on my kitchen floor. Bummer.

What. The. Heck.

I remember two dreams vividly from last night. When I first woke up I was more excited about the one I am going to share first, due to the fact that it is more involved. However, something happened within an hour of me waking up that drastically changed my order of preference. I'm still geeking out about it... but don't read ahead :)

In the first dream I was back in Mrs. Baylor's 12th grade English class taking a midterm, which actually had nothing to do with English. There were 64 questions, and each answer required a sentence and a picture. The questions I recall had to do with bees and flowers. This much of the dream came about because I began reading The Picture of Dorian Gray (British literature) yesterday, and there is a scene in which Dorian Gray and Lord Henry are conversing in the garden, and Gray becomes fixated on a bee in order to escape the new emotions that are arising in him as a result of the conversation. I turned to the back of my midterm and drew a picture for question 30, and accidentally used the entire page before realizing I was not even halfway through the test.

Then the midterm became an open-book, take-home exam, and I was back at home. I had to turn in my work by the end of class, but I couldn't remember if class ended at 9 or 9:30... or noon. When I finished I had just enough time to get back to school. I ran out of my apartment and up the street to where I had parked my car. My car was not there. In its place on the street was a work station for some painters who were busy painting my neighbors' house. My mouth went dry. I said, "Excuse me... have any of you seen the black car that was parked here?" One of the painters replied, "Oh yeah... it was towed. It had no business being here." I dropped everything I was holding and threw myself on the ground, cussing as I pounded my fists on the sidewalk. Quickly I said, "Sorry. That was very immature. But I really need my car to get back to school and turn in my paper."

I called my dad and told him what happened, and he generously gave me a ride. I was stressed, and so was he. He told me it would cost $220 just to get my car back. (Yesterday I received by mistake a bill for that exact amount. In both situations I thought, "I shouldn't have to pay this!") My dad dropped me off at school, which was actually church, and I hurried to the office to put my illustrated midterm in Mrs. Baylor's mailbox. I visually scanned the names on all the boxes before realizing I was in the church staff office rather than the teachers' office, located down the hall. The teachers' office was no more than a disorganized closet. Someone instructed me to just leave the midterm on a shelf, and Mrs. Baylor would find it. I was skeptical, but did as I was told. At the end of the dream my dad picked me up (without me even asking, which I thought was great) in the cul de sac where my mom lives.

Okay. Dream numero dos. I had been hanging out with Amy Denton for a little while when she said, "Oh yeah, there is something I wanted to show you." I turned towards her and saw that she was staring at her left hand, thumbing something on her ring finger. She then held her hand out to show me a scratch and said, "I don't know what I did... the scratch just showed up!" I smacked her lightly and said, "Amy! You can't do that! I thought you were going to tell me you were engaged!"

Well, here's the kicker: At about 9:30 this morning I opened an email from Amy telling me that she is engaged! Until this morning I had not talked to her in a while and hadn't given much thought to when Drew would propose, so I don't know what led me to dream about it. Crazy, right?

Ukrop's Has My Yogurt of Choice :)

I have quite a few mental snapshots of my dreams from last night, but not many stories I can piece together. In one of the more lucid scenes I sat at a kitchen counter with Elizabeth, who had just finished work. She said, "I gained another 8 pounds this week." Apparently she had been weighing herself once a week at work, and in the last four weeks had gained 8, 8, 4, and 5 pounds respectively. She looked as tiny as ever. I said, "Elizabeth, the scale must be wrong. You know there is no WAY you gained 25 pounds in a month." (And yes, I did the math correctly in my dream :)) Without looking at me she simply said, "I know..." and trailed off.

I am rather fascinated by the next dream. I was kayaking and paddled ashore a not-very-crowded beach. As I pulled my boat away from the water I saw that there were sharks swimming in the surf. Lots of sharks. Someone posed the question, "Would you rather paddle back into the water with someone, or sit alone on this beach for a hundred years?" I looked back at the water and saw that the sharks were multiplying; some of them even morphed into humans and walked out of the water (in a non-threatening, don't-bother-us-and-we-won't-bother-you kind of way.) I asked if the sharks would eat the kayak, and therefore me, and the question-poser said the sharks would eat the outside of the kayak, but not be able to harm the inside or me. I think the dream ended before I made a decision, but one of my last thoughts was, "One hundred years is a long time to be alone."

Hmm.