Return of the Dream Blog

I apologize for my lack of dream-sharing in the last few weeks, and I hope no one's quality of life diminished at all during that time. Today I'm jumping back in:

In my most vivid dream last night (I always say, "last night," but it is probably more accurate to say, "this morning," considering most of my time spent sleeping is in the early morning rather than night... Oh well...) I was training for a race, and had not done a quality training session in a while (uh, that part might be accurate.) I walked out of my apartment, at which point I realized that the race I was training for was not simply running: I had to place both hands on a skate board and push it. I positioned the board in the middle of the street facing east and began to run. I felt tired and knew I shouldn't have put so much time between my training runs. At one point I tried to lift the board up a little so that only the front wheels were on the ground, but it occurred to me that this would be an illegal advantage during the race because fewer wheels mean less friction. I put the board back down and continued to run. I turned left on a street, then left again to make a loop back to my apartment. As I approached the end of my run I glanced at my watch: almost 9 minutes. Terrible. When I finished, however, I looked at my watch again and saw that I had misread it the first time; I actually finished in 8 minutes 25 seconds, and I felt rather pleased with that.

In a second dream I walked through a parking lot and saw the mom of one of my youth sitting on a blanket with one of her younger children. I said hello and kept walking to a freezer (in the parking lot? Yes.) where I pulled out (what else but) a box of waffles. I took two waffles out of the box and began walking towards a toaster (that I never actually saw in the dream.) I remember thinking, "This feels strange... I don't usually have to carry my waffles this far in the morning..." Well, Catherine, you don't usually eat them in a parking lot. On my way to the toaster, the mother I'd seen earlier called to me and asked if I could pick up her daughter's sippy cup that had rolled under some cars and now sat between two of them near where I walked. No problem. The cars were parked very close together, so I walked sideways between them. Before I could reach the sippy cup, however, I realized I was wedged between the cars and could not move in either direction. I called back to the woman and apologized for not being able to fulfill her request, and then I asked her to help dislodge me from the cars. She walked over, took my left hand, and successfully pulled me out. Sorry, sippy cup.

Yes, the dream blog is back in action. Enjoy :)