Sitting on my bedside table is a Target receipt on which I scribbled notes about my dreams this morning. As I went through my morning routine I kept remembering more dreams and adding to the list. At the risk of hyping up the next few entries too much, this set of dreams just might be my most random, bizarre, and disjointed yet.
I am supposed to be driving up to DC at the moment to visit Kate, Hannah, and Sarah, so I don't have time to write all the dreams, but I will share a few:
(I don't even know where to start.)
One of the earlier dreams (as best I can tell) took place at the Blackmons' house. I had babysat the kids overnight, and I walked downstairs in the morning with breakfast on my mind. I heard the kids stirring, and Brent was the first down the stairs. We looked through the cabinets, fridge, and freezer for something I could make them for breakfast, and finally decided on cinnamon toast. (Rewind: before Brent came downstairs I saw a box of waffles in the freezer. Because there were only two waffles left, I didn't offer them as a breakfast option, with the intention of eating them myself once the kids had eaten :))
Brent went back upstairs to take a shower, and I began to make the toast. For some reason though, I kept messing it up. On my first try, I covered the slices of bread with peanut butter, then placed them in the toaster, and only then did I realize my mistakes. I tossed that batch in the trash. On my second attempt I remembered to not put the peanut butter on until after the bread was toasted. As I spread the peanut butter though, I rememebered that the kids didn't want peanut butter on their toast. On the third attempt I laid out the bread, put down a layer of apricot preserves, then cheese, and then put the creation in the toaster oven. As the cheese melted I thought, "What am I doing?? This is still not cinnamon toast!" Finally I made it correctly, but the dream ended before anything else happened.
Changing subjects completely, in another dream I was running in a cross country race. I tore through the woods on the last leg of the course, and as I came across the finish line I realized there were very few other girls in front of me. At the awards ceremony, unsure of my official place, I eagerly listened for the results. Mallory came in first. There was a tie for second. Catherine Tudor finished third! I proudly stood on the block with Mallory and the others and accepted my medal. (Yes, a medal. Cross country is a big deal in my dreams.)
I do need go now, but there are nine more items on my dream agenda, including aliens, kleptomaniacs, and a 50 percent off sale at Wal-mart. Stay tuned :)
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Tall 2-Pump Hazelnut Nonfat No-Foam Latte, Por Favor
For a few weeks I was having trouble remembering my dreams... or maybe I was just out of the habit of writing them down. They are, however, reemerging abundantly and vividly.
One of last night's dreams began with a babysitting job, and lots of setting/character shifting took place. I met one of my old neighbors, and she drove me to her ex-husband's house to watch their three boys. His house was in my mom's neighborhood, but in a different cul de sac. We walked in, I met the boys, then followed their mother into another room.
The first dream shift took place here; suddenly we were walking through the halls of Tuckahoe Elementary (which in my dream was supposed to be Freeman.) As we entered a classroom, the mother was no longer herself, but Miss McGlinchey... with a strong Asian accent... and she was teaching Spanish rather than a physics. She said, "Why don't you just join the class instead of babysitting?" I decided to give it a go.
It happened to be the day of a test, which I began while sitting on the floor in the front of the classroom. I struggled to recall my Spanish from high school, but still turned in my test before most everyon in the class. Then I turned and saw Charles sitting beside me, also done with his test. We conversed loudly about a guy that I knew... or liked... or was dating... all I remember of the conversation was Charles saying, "Wait... you haven't MET this guy yet??" and laughing.
I wondered what was taking everyone so long to finish (other than the two people speaking loudly in the front of the room.) I happened to turn around and look at the board, and I saw a few more questions that were supposed to be completed on the back of the test! Because the teacher had stepped out of the room, I dug through the pile of completed tests, found mine, and attempted to complete the final questions. One of the questions was a chart regarding various Starbucks products. The nicknames of the drinks were given (in Spanish) and we had to fill in a.the actual name b. the number of calories in the drink c. a description and d.whether people generally like it. I thought, "Yes! I've got this in the bag... I know the calorie count of EVERYTHING!"
The first drink on the list was, "della," which I interpreted as an abbreviated version of, "cafe de el dia," or "coffee of the day." Zero calories. This was going to be a breeze. Before I finished filling in the chart, though, the teacher walked back in and said our time was up. I tried to reason with her saying that it was my first day in the class, and a few extra minutes would allow me to finish. She didn't waver. She took my incomplete test, and I left the room, annoyed. Walking to the parking lot I thought, "I didn't even get paid for babysitting!"
In the parking lot, which was mostly empty, I realized I had no idea where I'd parked my car. After walking all around and not seeing it, it occurred to me that my car may have been towed because I didn't have a parking pass. Shoot. I found someone I knew and asked what was done with unauthorized cars. She said, "Oh, they take them to the prison." "The prison?? What prison?" I replied with much skepticism in my voice. She corrected herself saying, "Not the prison... the old factory." Again, I questioned her and finally said, "Do you mean the watch tower in the driver's ed parking lot?" Yes. That is what she meant.
We crossed the student parking lot, jumped over a wall, walked into the driver's ed lot, and approached an old, run-down building. We slowly pushed open a door and looked into the dimly lit, cob-webby ("dusty" just doesn't cut it,) warehouse-like room. We saw lots of old factory equipment, but no cars.
Just as I was beginning to feel disheartened, Grandma Tudor called and woke me up. While I usually don't like to be woken from dreams, I was relieved to find that it had only been a dream, and my car had not vanished.
One of last night's dreams began with a babysitting job, and lots of setting/character shifting took place. I met one of my old neighbors, and she drove me to her ex-husband's house to watch their three boys. His house was in my mom's neighborhood, but in a different cul de sac. We walked in, I met the boys, then followed their mother into another room.
The first dream shift took place here; suddenly we were walking through the halls of Tuckahoe Elementary (which in my dream was supposed to be Freeman.) As we entered a classroom, the mother was no longer herself, but Miss McGlinchey... with a strong Asian accent... and she was teaching Spanish rather than a physics. She said, "Why don't you just join the class instead of babysitting?" I decided to give it a go.
It happened to be the day of a test, which I began while sitting on the floor in the front of the classroom. I struggled to recall my Spanish from high school, but still turned in my test before most everyon in the class. Then I turned and saw Charles sitting beside me, also done with his test. We conversed loudly about a guy that I knew... or liked... or was dating... all I remember of the conversation was Charles saying, "Wait... you haven't MET this guy yet??" and laughing.
I wondered what was taking everyone so long to finish (other than the two people speaking loudly in the front of the room.) I happened to turn around and look at the board, and I saw a few more questions that were supposed to be completed on the back of the test! Because the teacher had stepped out of the room, I dug through the pile of completed tests, found mine, and attempted to complete the final questions. One of the questions was a chart regarding various Starbucks products. The nicknames of the drinks were given (in Spanish) and we had to fill in a.the actual name b. the number of calories in the drink c. a description and d.whether people generally like it. I thought, "Yes! I've got this in the bag... I know the calorie count of EVERYTHING!"
The first drink on the list was, "della," which I interpreted as an abbreviated version of, "cafe de el dia," or "coffee of the day." Zero calories. This was going to be a breeze. Before I finished filling in the chart, though, the teacher walked back in and said our time was up. I tried to reason with her saying that it was my first day in the class, and a few extra minutes would allow me to finish. She didn't waver. She took my incomplete test, and I left the room, annoyed. Walking to the parking lot I thought, "I didn't even get paid for babysitting!"
In the parking lot, which was mostly empty, I realized I had no idea where I'd parked my car. After walking all around and not seeing it, it occurred to me that my car may have been towed because I didn't have a parking pass. Shoot. I found someone I knew and asked what was done with unauthorized cars. She said, "Oh, they take them to the prison." "The prison?? What prison?" I replied with much skepticism in my voice. She corrected herself saying, "Not the prison... the old factory." Again, I questioned her and finally said, "Do you mean the watch tower in the driver's ed parking lot?" Yes. That is what she meant.
We crossed the student parking lot, jumped over a wall, walked into the driver's ed lot, and approached an old, run-down building. We slowly pushed open a door and looked into the dimly lit, cob-webby ("dusty" just doesn't cut it,) warehouse-like room. We saw lots of old factory equipment, but no cars.
Just as I was beginning to feel disheartened, Grandma Tudor called and woke me up. While I usually don't like to be woken from dreams, I was relieved to find that it had only been a dream, and my car had not vanished.
Monday, December 28, 2009
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 :)
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 :)
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Warning: Rated R for Violence
(No, really.)
When this nightmare opened I was standing in line at the movie theater, waiting to see New Moon by myself. Immediately after buying a ticket for the 10:24 a.m. show, a friend walked up and told me that a bunch of people were hanging out and that I should join. The next thing I remember is a group of about ten people sitting around the perimeter of a small room. A friend--to disguise his identity due to the content of this dream we will call him "Dan"-- who was sitting to my left, pulled out a handgun, turned to his left, and began shooting everyone in the head one by one moving clockwise around the room. No one seemed scared, and no one appeared to be angry at him. Before he reached me I stood up and walked into another room thinking, "This is obnoxious, but I don't think he plans to shoot me." I poked my head back in the room and casually said, "Dan, why are you doing this?" He said, "It's just what we do," as he pulled the trigger and fired a bullet into my head. I fell backwards, and everything faded to black. I didn't bleed, but I was aware that my head was in excruciating pain. All of a sudden I could see again; I wasn't dead. I stood up and walked back into the room, still in a lot of pain, and looked at Dan as if to say, "What the heck?" He looked confused, then raised the gun again and shot me in the chest. Again I fell and blacked out. This process repeated, and I was shot again in the head, and then once in the gall bladder (yeah, I have no idea.) At that point I became aware that, with four bullets still in my body (still no blood though,) I might be dying. I felt like I had a terrible migraine, and it hurt my chest to breathe. At that point I wanted to die. (Interesting note though: when I realized how much pain I was in I felt annoyed because I knew I wouldn't be able to run in the morning :))
I begged him to shoot me again, to just end it, but then I realized there were people supporting me; I then felt embarrassed that I had been so ready to give up. Suddenly I was sitting on my back deck, and my dad and some other man were loading guns that were much bigger than Dan's. Apparently others had survived because my friend that invited me to the gathering yelled at Dan saying, "This is not a joke! I don't care if it's just what you do... people are DEAD. Kevin is DEAD. It's not funny!"
Then we were inside again, and it was night. I hobbled out the door alone, still in severe pain, but still not bleeding, and began walking down an alley. I reached a point where the light from the street lamp no longer reached, and there was only darkness ahead of me. I sensed something in the darkness and knew I shouldn't go any further. I turned around and hobbled as quickly as I could back to the door, afraid that whatever was lurking in the darkness was right behind me. I made it safely back inside and found a friend (not someone I actually know, but a friend in the dream), crying on the floor by the back door which was wide open. I asked her what was wrong and she said, "While you were gone he came back, and I shot him... I got him..."
I became aware that it was 10:30 a.m., and thus too late to be let into New Moon. Ten bucks down the drain. The dream ended when I said, "Not to be dramatic, but I think I might need to go to the hospital... I have four bullets in my body."
I was glad when I woke up this morning not in excruciating pain, although I opted for blogging instead of running anyway.
When this nightmare opened I was standing in line at the movie theater, waiting to see New Moon by myself. Immediately after buying a ticket for the 10:24 a.m. show, a friend walked up and told me that a bunch of people were hanging out and that I should join. The next thing I remember is a group of about ten people sitting around the perimeter of a small room. A friend--to disguise his identity due to the content of this dream we will call him "Dan"-- who was sitting to my left, pulled out a handgun, turned to his left, and began shooting everyone in the head one by one moving clockwise around the room. No one seemed scared, and no one appeared to be angry at him. Before he reached me I stood up and walked into another room thinking, "This is obnoxious, but I don't think he plans to shoot me." I poked my head back in the room and casually said, "Dan, why are you doing this?" He said, "It's just what we do," as he pulled the trigger and fired a bullet into my head. I fell backwards, and everything faded to black. I didn't bleed, but I was aware that my head was in excruciating pain. All of a sudden I could see again; I wasn't dead. I stood up and walked back into the room, still in a lot of pain, and looked at Dan as if to say, "What the heck?" He looked confused, then raised the gun again and shot me in the chest. Again I fell and blacked out. This process repeated, and I was shot again in the head, and then once in the gall bladder (yeah, I have no idea.) At that point I became aware that, with four bullets still in my body (still no blood though,) I might be dying. I felt like I had a terrible migraine, and it hurt my chest to breathe. At that point I wanted to die. (Interesting note though: when I realized how much pain I was in I felt annoyed because I knew I wouldn't be able to run in the morning :))
I begged him to shoot me again, to just end it, but then I realized there were people supporting me; I then felt embarrassed that I had been so ready to give up. Suddenly I was sitting on my back deck, and my dad and some other man were loading guns that were much bigger than Dan's. Apparently others had survived because my friend that invited me to the gathering yelled at Dan saying, "This is not a joke! I don't care if it's just what you do... people are DEAD. Kevin is DEAD. It's not funny!"
Then we were inside again, and it was night. I hobbled out the door alone, still in severe pain, but still not bleeding, and began walking down an alley. I reached a point where the light from the street lamp no longer reached, and there was only darkness ahead of me. I sensed something in the darkness and knew I shouldn't go any further. I turned around and hobbled as quickly as I could back to the door, afraid that whatever was lurking in the darkness was right behind me. I made it safely back inside and found a friend (not someone I actually know, but a friend in the dream), crying on the floor by the back door which was wide open. I asked her what was wrong and she said, "While you were gone he came back, and I shot him... I got him..."
I became aware that it was 10:30 a.m., and thus too late to be let into New Moon. Ten bucks down the drain. The dream ended when I said, "Not to be dramatic, but I think I might need to go to the hospital... I have four bullets in my body."
I was glad when I woke up this morning not in excruciating pain, although I opted for blogging instead of running anyway.
FaLaLaLaLa, Santa, Ho! Ho! Ho! (Target Commercial? Anybody?)
I don't eat weird things before bed...usually. Sometimes I'll watch an episode or four of my latest show on hulu.com. Still, when I mentally replay my dreams as soon as I wake up, I often wonder how the heck all those things got in my head. I haven't yet looked into whether dreams cause sleep to be less restful, but I have been needing a good ten hours a night in order to feel rested in the morning. My dreams from last night may require multiple entries:
1. Actually, I can't share this one just yet because it involves Ross's Christmas present. I bought it yesterday and laughed all the way to the register. The dream about it makes me laugh as well, which is why I even bother sharing this: because it's good... real good. I will write about it and post it after Christmas :)
2. I can't always discern the order of my dreams in a given night, but this one definitely occurred just minutes before I woke up. I dreamed that I opened my gmail and received a comment from a complete stranger on my last blog entry. The comment said this: "Your writing is very choppy, and all your sentences are the same. They sound like, 'duh-da-duh-da-duh-da-duh.' Still, your blog is one of my favorites... probably top 10... because your dreams are so vivid." Or something like that. Despite the compliment, I couldn't see past her criticism of my writing. I think I have great sentence variety. Needless to say, I felt relieved when I did check my gmail and saw that I received no such comment.
3. In another dream I had to give Elizabeth a set of questions by Friday. The questions were typed on a strip of paper that was about an eighth of a full page, and the strip was folded twice. I slipped it in my back pocket, climbed on my bike (which I do not actually own), and rode to her apartment. In waking life, there is a somewhat funny story that relates to Elizabeth's apartment. The first time I picked her up, she directed me to the parking lot in the back of the complex, so the next few times I visited her, that is where I parked. I had never seen the front of the complex and didn't even know where it was because there is no cut-through from front to back... they are on completely different streets. It became sort of a joke when groups of us hung out there--when it came time to leave, most everyone walked out the front door together, and I left through the back.
Well, that isn't entirely relevant to my dream, except that when I biked to her apartment I did go to the back parking lot (even though I have since found the front :)) The dream took place during the day, and because I have never been there during the day, all of a sudden there were parking attendants and fees. I decided to park my bike by a parking meter, and I inserted a dime which bought me 20 minutes. Plenty of time to run up the back stairs, slip the questions under Elizabeth's door, and return to my bike. Then it occurred to me that I didn't have a lock for my bike. I panicked. Surely someone would steal my bike in that time. I saw a guy parking his bike by the meter next to mine, also without a lock, and I felt a little comforted; perhaps if I made a run for it, no one would take my bike. I ran--initially the wrong way--found her apartment, went up the stairs, slipped the paper under her door, and ran back down. I could feel and smell the sweat. Thankfully my bike was still there. Mission accomplished.
That'll do for now. But stay tuned... plenty more to come!
1. Actually, I can't share this one just yet because it involves Ross's Christmas present. I bought it yesterday and laughed all the way to the register. The dream about it makes me laugh as well, which is why I even bother sharing this: because it's good... real good. I will write about it and post it after Christmas :)
2. I can't always discern the order of my dreams in a given night, but this one definitely occurred just minutes before I woke up. I dreamed that I opened my gmail and received a comment from a complete stranger on my last blog entry. The comment said this: "Your writing is very choppy, and all your sentences are the same. They sound like, 'duh-da-duh-da-duh-da-duh.' Still, your blog is one of my favorites... probably top 10... because your dreams are so vivid." Or something like that. Despite the compliment, I couldn't see past her criticism of my writing. I think I have great sentence variety. Needless to say, I felt relieved when I did check my gmail and saw that I received no such comment.
3. In another dream I had to give Elizabeth a set of questions by Friday. The questions were typed on a strip of paper that was about an eighth of a full page, and the strip was folded twice. I slipped it in my back pocket, climbed on my bike (which I do not actually own), and rode to her apartment. In waking life, there is a somewhat funny story that relates to Elizabeth's apartment. The first time I picked her up, she directed me to the parking lot in the back of the complex, so the next few times I visited her, that is where I parked. I had never seen the front of the complex and didn't even know where it was because there is no cut-through from front to back... they are on completely different streets. It became sort of a joke when groups of us hung out there--when it came time to leave, most everyone walked out the front door together, and I left through the back.
Well, that isn't entirely relevant to my dream, except that when I biked to her apartment I did go to the back parking lot (even though I have since found the front :)) The dream took place during the day, and because I have never been there during the day, all of a sudden there were parking attendants and fees. I decided to park my bike by a parking meter, and I inserted a dime which bought me 20 minutes. Plenty of time to run up the back stairs, slip the questions under Elizabeth's door, and return to my bike. Then it occurred to me that I didn't have a lock for my bike. I panicked. Surely someone would steal my bike in that time. I saw a guy parking his bike by the meter next to mine, also without a lock, and I felt a little comforted; perhaps if I made a run for it, no one would take my bike. I ran--initially the wrong way--found her apartment, went up the stairs, slipped the paper under her door, and ran back down. I could feel and smell the sweat. Thankfully my bike was still there. Mission accomplished.
That'll do for now. But stay tuned... plenty more to come!
Monday, December 7, 2009
Calm the Storms That Drench My Eyes
Last night while watching an episode of What About Brian (my new Hulu indulegence now that I have seen every episode of Greek and The Secret Life of the American Teenager,) I saw a public service announcement from the EPA featuring babies in green socks crawling around a house. The "go green" message (though not the babies) crept into my dream, which was sort of November 22nd T-rexish in nature.
When the dream opened I was standing in a crowd beside two tall buildings. People had been warned against doing something (eco-UNfriendly, I assume) to the foundation of the buildings, but for whatever reason the warning had been ignored. As we stood there the ground began to shake, and I knew the buildings were about to explode, which would then cause a natural disaster. I ran to my car, turned the key in the ignition, and listened to the radio as I tried to back out into the mass exodus of cars. Someone on the radio said, "One out of every three people trying to escape by car will die." Shoot.
I drove until I reached a familiar building, at which point I parked my car and went inside. The hallways were empty and the lighting looked dark blue--reminiscent of Titanic when the ship is sinking and Rose runs back below deck to rescue Jack. Silent except for the sound of impending doom outside. I walked up the inclined hallway and saw two people through a half-open door at the end of the hall. I opened the door and saw that it was William--our media specialist at church--and... his mom? They said the building would only be safe for a few more minutes, and even as we spoke I turned around and saw water rising in the hall. I don't know if prior to this I knew what kind of natural disaster was going to take place, but at this point I knew it was a flood. Interesting though, it never rained in the dream; water was just rising from the ground where the two tall buildings had been.
I ran out of the building, trying to find higher ground, and realized I was standing at a fork in the dirt road. I looked down the right path and saw water rising; left still appeared dry, so I ran. Up ahead I saw a few kids from the youth group, all aware that something serious was happening, but lacking the appropriate urgency. I took one 6th grade girl (Emily) by the hand, and we all ran. I thought, "We are all going to be so close when this is over!" We saw people sitting in boats, waiting, and knew we needed to find a boat.
At some point the group evolved into me, Emily, Ross, Donnie, and Selina, our contemporary worship leader. We decided to go to the bay, figuring there would be plenty of boats. I have no idea how far away the bay was or how we got there, but all of a sudden we were there standing on a dock. It was almost night, and we knew the water was continuing to rise (apparently not at the bay) and destroy things. We waited in a boat house until finally we received word that the flood had ended! Although we were taling about a flood, the news came more with the attitude of, "The war has ended." We jumped and cheered and hugged each other.
The next morning--though we never slept... the scene just skipped ahead-- there was a celebration gathering of all the boats. We (six of us at this point) paddled into a crowd of hundreds of boats wearing white ninja masks and cheering for our ninja team. (Last night during youth praise team practice I walked out of the balcony, singing to myself, and as I turned the corner to go down the dark stairs, Donnie was standing right in front of me. If you've ever spent an hour with me you know that I am very easily startled, so when I saw Donnie I gasped and flailed my arms, hitting my hand on the wall. Without cracking a smile Donnie said, "Sorry... I'm training to be a ninja." :) Hence Donne and the boat of ninjas... I don't know about the rest of it though.)
Is sleep less restful when you dream a lot? If so, I guess this saga of a dream explains why I often need 9-10 hours of sleep at night!
When the dream opened I was standing in a crowd beside two tall buildings. People had been warned against doing something (eco-UNfriendly, I assume) to the foundation of the buildings, but for whatever reason the warning had been ignored. As we stood there the ground began to shake, and I knew the buildings were about to explode, which would then cause a natural disaster. I ran to my car, turned the key in the ignition, and listened to the radio as I tried to back out into the mass exodus of cars. Someone on the radio said, "One out of every three people trying to escape by car will die." Shoot.
I drove until I reached a familiar building, at which point I parked my car and went inside. The hallways were empty and the lighting looked dark blue--reminiscent of Titanic when the ship is sinking and Rose runs back below deck to rescue Jack. Silent except for the sound of impending doom outside. I walked up the inclined hallway and saw two people through a half-open door at the end of the hall. I opened the door and saw that it was William--our media specialist at church--and... his mom? They said the building would only be safe for a few more minutes, and even as we spoke I turned around and saw water rising in the hall. I don't know if prior to this I knew what kind of natural disaster was going to take place, but at this point I knew it was a flood. Interesting though, it never rained in the dream; water was just rising from the ground where the two tall buildings had been.
I ran out of the building, trying to find higher ground, and realized I was standing at a fork in the dirt road. I looked down the right path and saw water rising; left still appeared dry, so I ran. Up ahead I saw a few kids from the youth group, all aware that something serious was happening, but lacking the appropriate urgency. I took one 6th grade girl (Emily) by the hand, and we all ran. I thought, "We are all going to be so close when this is over!" We saw people sitting in boats, waiting, and knew we needed to find a boat.
At some point the group evolved into me, Emily, Ross, Donnie, and Selina, our contemporary worship leader. We decided to go to the bay, figuring there would be plenty of boats. I have no idea how far away the bay was or how we got there, but all of a sudden we were there standing on a dock. It was almost night, and we knew the water was continuing to rise (apparently not at the bay) and destroy things. We waited in a boat house until finally we received word that the flood had ended! Although we were taling about a flood, the news came more with the attitude of, "The war has ended." We jumped and cheered and hugged each other.
The next morning--though we never slept... the scene just skipped ahead-- there was a celebration gathering of all the boats. We (six of us at this point) paddled into a crowd of hundreds of boats wearing white ninja masks and cheering for our ninja team. (Last night during youth praise team practice I walked out of the balcony, singing to myself, and as I turned the corner to go down the dark stairs, Donnie was standing right in front of me. If you've ever spent an hour with me you know that I am very easily startled, so when I saw Donnie I gasped and flailed my arms, hitting my hand on the wall. Without cracking a smile Donnie said, "Sorry... I'm training to be a ninja." :) Hence Donne and the boat of ninjas... I don't know about the rest of it though.)
Is sleep less restful when you dream a lot? If so, I guess this saga of a dream explains why I often need 9-10 hours of sleep at night!
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Like A Million Parachutes...
Two dreams stand out from last night. In the first, a lot of my friends were at Nags Head. When I realized so many people were gone, I decided to just pack up and go for a few days. I was in my room at my mom's house rather than my apartment, and I threw four or five string bikinis (which I do not actually own) in a suitcase. As I zipped the suitcase it dawned on me that it was Sunday, and I work on Sunday... I couldn't just leave! I thought, "I will wait until after youth group tonight, and then I will drive down to the beach," but then I remembered that I work on Mondays too. This dream likely came about because last Thursday (also a work day) I did just leave and drive to the mountains to hike because it was a beautiful day. Was it worth it? You be the judge:
In my second dream last night I was skydiving with some friends. Sort of. A group of us stood in a plane which flew fairly low to the ground--maybe three stories high-- and we each held a helium balloon. One by one we jumped out of the plane, and our single balloons slowed us down like parachutes as we floated to the ground. Spotts and I couldn't stop laughing when we landed. Who knew you could actually do that?? We decided, considering our "parachutes" were just plain balloons, that we could do it ourselves, and we planned to buy ten balloons each and take turns jumping off roofs.
What if...
In my second dream last night I was skydiving with some friends. Sort of. A group of us stood in a plane which flew fairly low to the ground--maybe three stories high-- and we each held a helium balloon. One by one we jumped out of the plane, and our single balloons slowed us down like parachutes as we floated to the ground. Spotts and I couldn't stop laughing when we landed. Who knew you could actually do that?? We decided, considering our "parachutes" were just plain balloons, that we could do it ourselves, and we planned to buy ten balloons each and take turns jumping off roofs.
What if...
Yesterday's Dreams
I did not write down my dreams yesterday morning because I was busy eating breakfast and drinking coffee with Mallory while half-watching That's So Raven. As you might guess, neither of us are really interested in that show, but we had designated Saturday as our "deep clean the apartment" day, so I suppose it was a form of procrastination. I did have a few pretty good dreams though:
1. I parked my car and walked up the sidewalk towards my apartment. When I reached the door, I turned around and saw that Mallory was pulling onto the street, so I decided to wait for her inside the door. I watched as she parked across the street, stepped out of her car, looked around her, and casually walked towards a building across the street and to the right of our apartment. As she approached, the face of the building opened into a brick archway leading to an alley, which led into a building, and she entered. Through our glass door I could see shelves of books in the alley, and I was intrigued. What was this place, and why had I never seen it before? And what was Mallory doing? I think she was spy, but I didn't follow her.
2. I think this was a separate dream, but I can't be positive. I walked up a flight of stairs to my apartment, except it wasn't my apartment. The building was on stilts--like a beach house-- and had multiple sets of stairs. I climbed the set that I thought led to my apartment, but didn't recognize any of the doors on that floor. I walked back down and tried another set of stairs. At the top I bumped into Rebecca Logan (see my November 5th entry if you have no idea who this is...) and asked her to help me find my apartment. As we walked we were suddenly on a college campus... that looked just like Short Pump Mall. And we definitely couldn't find my apartment at that point.
3. I wish I could recall more of this dream, but what I do have is decent material. It was dark outside, and a guy friend (I don't know who it was) and I stood in the back of someone's house by their sliding glass door. We knew the people who lived there, and we must have knocked because they came to the door, but the man and woman refused to open it. We were confused, and the people explained that we were vampires, and they could not invite us into their home (for obvious reasons.) My friend and I felt sad; we had no idea until that point that we were the enemy. Somehow we did enter the house, but I can't remember anything that happened inside. When we left out the back door I almost forgot my purse, which I had set down on the grill, but turned around and picked it up before we left. We-ird.
4. I was back in Kenya, walking alone (actually, I might have been riding a camel at one point) at night on a dirt road. I suddenly became aware that what I was doing was definitely not safe. A man was walking towards me on the other side of the road, and I thought, "This is why women do not walk alone at night in Kenya..." Then I realized I was wearing my Birkenstocks (which I've had for seven years, by the way,) and they were clomping loudly on the ground with every step I took. They looked like clown shoes. The man walking towards me, and now others who were on the road, criticized my shoes... laughing and saying how no one wears Birkenstocks anymore. Whatever. I love my shoes.
I reached my destination safely, and for some reason I was making a quick trip back to the states, then returning to Kenya a few days later. I thought, "This is going to get expensive if I keep doing this..." I was in the hall at church where my office is located (still in Kenya though), and there were about a dozen other people--American citizens-- sitting on the floor. They were hungry, so I volunteered whatever food was in my office. As I walked into my office to gather food I told them that I thought I had turkey to make sandwiches, but when I opened my refridgerator (which I do NOT have in my office), there was only one carton of milk. Oops. I found some other food in my cabinets, and walked back into the hall and reported that they could have milk, granola bars, or pretzels, but no turkey.
Stay tuned for Saturday night's dreams...
1. I parked my car and walked up the sidewalk towards my apartment. When I reached the door, I turned around and saw that Mallory was pulling onto the street, so I decided to wait for her inside the door. I watched as she parked across the street, stepped out of her car, looked around her, and casually walked towards a building across the street and to the right of our apartment. As she approached, the face of the building opened into a brick archway leading to an alley, which led into a building, and she entered. Through our glass door I could see shelves of books in the alley, and I was intrigued. What was this place, and why had I never seen it before? And what was Mallory doing? I think she was spy, but I didn't follow her.
2. I think this was a separate dream, but I can't be positive. I walked up a flight of stairs to my apartment, except it wasn't my apartment. The building was on stilts--like a beach house-- and had multiple sets of stairs. I climbed the set that I thought led to my apartment, but didn't recognize any of the doors on that floor. I walked back down and tried another set of stairs. At the top I bumped into Rebecca Logan (see my November 5th entry if you have no idea who this is...) and asked her to help me find my apartment. As we walked we were suddenly on a college campus... that looked just like Short Pump Mall. And we definitely couldn't find my apartment at that point.
3. I wish I could recall more of this dream, but what I do have is decent material. It was dark outside, and a guy friend (I don't know who it was) and I stood in the back of someone's house by their sliding glass door. We knew the people who lived there, and we must have knocked because they came to the door, but the man and woman refused to open it. We were confused, and the people explained that we were vampires, and they could not invite us into their home (for obvious reasons.) My friend and I felt sad; we had no idea until that point that we were the enemy. Somehow we did enter the house, but I can't remember anything that happened inside. When we left out the back door I almost forgot my purse, which I had set down on the grill, but turned around and picked it up before we left. We-ird.
4. I was back in Kenya, walking alone (actually, I might have been riding a camel at one point) at night on a dirt road. I suddenly became aware that what I was doing was definitely not safe. A man was walking towards me on the other side of the road, and I thought, "This is why women do not walk alone at night in Kenya..." Then I realized I was wearing my Birkenstocks (which I've had for seven years, by the way,) and they were clomping loudly on the ground with every step I took. They looked like clown shoes. The man walking towards me, and now others who were on the road, criticized my shoes... laughing and saying how no one wears Birkenstocks anymore. Whatever. I love my shoes.
I reached my destination safely, and for some reason I was making a quick trip back to the states, then returning to Kenya a few days later. I thought, "This is going to get expensive if I keep doing this..." I was in the hall at church where my office is located (still in Kenya though), and there were about a dozen other people--American citizens-- sitting on the floor. They were hungry, so I volunteered whatever food was in my office. As I walked into my office to gather food I told them that I thought I had turkey to make sandwiches, but when I opened my refridgerator (which I do NOT have in my office), there was only one carton of milk. Oops. I found some other food in my cabinets, and walked back into the hall and reported that they could have milk, granola bars, or pretzels, but no turkey.
Stay tuned for Saturday night's dreams...
Friday, December 4, 2009
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.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
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 :)
"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 :)
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
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.
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.
Monday, November 30, 2009
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?
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?
Sunday, November 29, 2009
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.
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.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Tom Tom the Turkey Will Be Here Soon
If breakfast gods existed, I would have to assume they were out to get me. As it is, I do wonder if God is in the process of breaking me of some of my OCD habits...beginning with breakfast. First the waffles, now the yogurt? A week ago I was pleased to see that my yogurt of choice--Stonyfield organic nonfat plain yogurt--was on Manager's Special (i.e. cheap) at Kroger. When I returned a week later to restock, I discovered that it had been on Manager's Special because they are not selling that particular product anymore. I settled for the most similar alternative-- the low-fat, as opposed to nonfat, version. Yesterday I mixed it with my berries, took a bite, and... it tastes like sour cream. Eww. Today I just poured milk on the berries.
This is day one with a new brand of waffles, since Eggo is currently experiencing some production problems. I saw the sign in Kroger a week ago, at which point the Storeys kindly donated a box of waffles from their own freezer, buying me another week of normalcy. Today, I venture into the unknown: the world of Kashi Heart to Heart Honey Oat waffles. Quite comparable in terms of taste and nutrition to my Eggo low-fat whole grain waffles, but significantly more expensive.
My dreams last night had nothing to do with breakfast, although one did involve eating... or rather, not eating... but I will save that for last.
The first dream I can remember was about a youth mission trip. We were preparing to return to Tennessee, and the leaders scrambled around to fit the last minute details in place. We were scheduled to leave that day, but I waited for a phone call on which our departure depended-- I think the call was to tell me whether someone had packed for the trip. At 11:30 p.m., the call came. At that point I thought it would be better to postpone the trip for the next day rather than begin the long drive so late at night. Plus, I still had to pack, check the tire pressure in the vans, and have their oil changed. A father chaperoning the trip insisted that we leave that night. The team stood in the moon-lit parking lot, and this father (now in charge) handed me a key to the white letter van, and Andrew Storey a key to the red letter van. Andrew and I looked at each other and frowned; we are aways van buddies. He can't split us up for such a long trip! Who would we have to laugh with? The dream ended with that question.
In the second dream last night, I was pledging a sorority (I can confidently attribute this to my recently developed habit of watching Greek.) Our pledge class took a trip to the beach, and as most of us played in the ocean, one shy girl sat alone. Her dad watched from a distance. I knew I should include her, but I had more interest in having a good time myself. A little ways off the coast (close enough to swim) there was a fixture... like a double-decker square pier standing alone. I swam to it, grabbed hold of the beams underneath the first level, and swung as one would on monkey bars. After a few swings I gained enough momentum to flip myself to the top level. I landed in an empty hot tub. My friends still in the water were impressed. To prolong their jealousy, I did not tell them the hot tub was empty, or that it actually hurt when I landed in it. I went on and on about the warm water and the view from above. Finally I climbed over the edge and flipped back into the ocean.
Here's the food dream... kind of. I sat down in my mom's kitchen to eat with my family, and someone (NOT in the family) served us a "culinary delicacy." This person put the plates in front of us, each with a whole burned crow-- feathers, beak, and all. I was appalled. No one else seemed to be bothered by it. I felt my stomach begin to churn, and I ran to the bathroom. I did not actually vomit, but I decided to fake the noises to send the message that I would not be eating the bird. Interesting that on Thanksgiving night I dreamed about a dead bird on my plate... the turkey I ate yesterday was fabulous, just for the record!
This is day one with a new brand of waffles, since Eggo is currently experiencing some production problems. I saw the sign in Kroger a week ago, at which point the Storeys kindly donated a box of waffles from their own freezer, buying me another week of normalcy. Today, I venture into the unknown: the world of Kashi Heart to Heart Honey Oat waffles. Quite comparable in terms of taste and nutrition to my Eggo low-fat whole grain waffles, but significantly more expensive.
My dreams last night had nothing to do with breakfast, although one did involve eating... or rather, not eating... but I will save that for last.
The first dream I can remember was about a youth mission trip. We were preparing to return to Tennessee, and the leaders scrambled around to fit the last minute details in place. We were scheduled to leave that day, but I waited for a phone call on which our departure depended-- I think the call was to tell me whether someone had packed for the trip. At 11:30 p.m., the call came. At that point I thought it would be better to postpone the trip for the next day rather than begin the long drive so late at night. Plus, I still had to pack, check the tire pressure in the vans, and have their oil changed. A father chaperoning the trip insisted that we leave that night. The team stood in the moon-lit parking lot, and this father (now in charge) handed me a key to the white letter van, and Andrew Storey a key to the red letter van. Andrew and I looked at each other and frowned; we are aways van buddies. He can't split us up for such a long trip! Who would we have to laugh with? The dream ended with that question.
In the second dream last night, I was pledging a sorority (I can confidently attribute this to my recently developed habit of watching Greek.) Our pledge class took a trip to the beach, and as most of us played in the ocean, one shy girl sat alone. Her dad watched from a distance. I knew I should include her, but I had more interest in having a good time myself. A little ways off the coast (close enough to swim) there was a fixture... like a double-decker square pier standing alone. I swam to it, grabbed hold of the beams underneath the first level, and swung as one would on monkey bars. After a few swings I gained enough momentum to flip myself to the top level. I landed in an empty hot tub. My friends still in the water were impressed. To prolong their jealousy, I did not tell them the hot tub was empty, or that it actually hurt when I landed in it. I went on and on about the warm water and the view from above. Finally I climbed over the edge and flipped back into the ocean.
Here's the food dream... kind of. I sat down in my mom's kitchen to eat with my family, and someone (NOT in the family) served us a "culinary delicacy." This person put the plates in front of us, each with a whole burned crow-- feathers, beak, and all. I was appalled. No one else seemed to be bothered by it. I felt my stomach begin to churn, and I ran to the bathroom. I did not actually vomit, but I decided to fake the noises to send the message that I would not be eating the bird. Interesting that on Thanksgiving night I dreamed about a dead bird on my plate... the turkey I ate yesterday was fabulous, just for the record!
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
We're Especially Extra-Ordinary
That was probably the weirdest dream of the bunch (pun intended) last night, but there were plenty more. As usual, I am not sure of the order of events, but I will do my best to piece them together.
In one dream I stood dressed in all black on the roof of the Athletic Performance Center at JMU with my housemates. We had broken in through a back door one night during construction and happened upon a ladder and trap door that led us to the roof. Standing there we took in the aerial view of our campus, feeling smug, yet peaceful... until one of us peered over the edge and saw a police car directly below us. (Wait. Does this sound familiar to anyone else? I really did dream it... but that part really did happen :)) Down! Down! Down the ladder! We tip-toe-ran through the building to the back door, and as we exited the dream shifted and I was sneaking out of Tuckahoe Elementary School instead. To avoid being seen I buried myself in leaves and crawled (still under leaves) across the grass. I emerged in a mulched area on the side of the building. When I stood up, I was alone. In front of me stood a bare tree--leafless and with no bark. Just smooth and simple. It was dawn, and the way the light came through the branches made me think it was the most beautiful tree I had ever seen. I felt compelled to climb it, but as I climbed, the branches and trunk disappeared. I sat on the lowest branch--perhaps five feet off the ground-- and realized there was nothing else above me. The tree that I'd found so beautiful was not so grand after all. In fact, it was not even alive.
Fast forward a few minutes. I walked in the front door of the school and made my way to the 5th grade hall. Everything was exactly as I remembered. I walked past the library, then turned the corner, walked up a few stairs, and peeked into Mrs. Hayden's class on the right. They were singing. I continued down the hall and stopped in the doorway of Mrs. Neal's room. The class was empty except for Mrs. Neal, my 5th grade teacher. She smiled and greeted me by name. Surprised, I responded, "You remember my name?" Then she said, "Of course. I always knew your class would do great things."
Fascinating.
Fast forward a few minutes. I walked in the front door of the school and made my way to the 5th grade hall. Everything was exactly as I remembered. I walked past the library, then turned the corner, walked up a few stairs, and peeked into Mrs. Hayden's class on the right. They were singing. I continued down the hall and stopped in the doorway of Mrs. Neal's room. The class was empty except for Mrs. Neal, my 5th grade teacher. She smiled and greeted me by name. Surprised, I responded, "You remember my name?" Then she said, "Of course. I always knew your class would do great things."
Fascinating.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Jung Girl, Get Out of My Mind
Writing this blog has vastly increased my interest in the meaning of dreams. In one of my earlier posts I mentioned that at some point I would share my theory on dreams, and I think now is a good time to do that; I've begun reading Carl Jung's Dreams, so I will share my simple, unprofessional thoughts on the subject now before I learn how complex it really is.
While many dreams seem chaotic and random, I absolutely think they are significant. I can see in some, though not all of my own dreams the underlying threads of truth... the deeper thoughts and fears that are represented. I think the "players"-- the people and objects that are present in the dream-- are often things we have seen, heard, or thought of during the preceding day or two, even if only momentarily. The players then act out a scene (the dream) that bears a much deeper theme.
For example...
Last night I dreamed that I was sitting in my mom's room with Kelsey and Hannah, two of the 9th grade girls from church. They told me that one of their friends had kissed a boy on a mission trip. Scandalous. In the dream I reacted with great shock... then asked them if I could write about it in my blog (this blog.) They hesitated, then I said, "Oh... I guess I shouldn't. She is probably going to be in a lot of trouble anyway."
This is the analysis, based on Catherine Tudor's dream theory:
The players... Yesterday I ate dinner at my mom's house, which gave me the setting of the dream. On Sunday I saw Hannah and Kelsey at church and thought about how much I love talking with them, so they became the characters. Also on Sunday, someone brought up in conversation a girl who was in the youth group when I was in high school who did get in trouble on a mission trip... not for kissing a boy, but for falling asleep on his shoulder in the hallway.
The themes... Yesterday morning I could not remember a single dream, and I actually began to worry. What if I never dream again? What if I can never write in my blog again? I have no material... That worry manifested itself in my request to write about a non-dream item in my dream. Another, more profound underlying fear represented is the anxiety that comes with the responsibility of leading a mission trip. There has been a lot of discussion lately about the trips for next summer, and while I have not consciously thought about the stress of it all, I know there is a strong association in my mind between mission trips and: Are all the youth here? Did I forget the permission slips? What if there is a crazy driver on the road? What if a youth gets hurt on the work site? What if a youth sneaks out at night and kisses a boy? You get the idea.
The first 16 pages of Jung's book have taught me two things: 1. No dream is insignificant, and thus 2. I am out of my mind to be writing this blog!
While many dreams seem chaotic and random, I absolutely think they are significant. I can see in some, though not all of my own dreams the underlying threads of truth... the deeper thoughts and fears that are represented. I think the "players"-- the people and objects that are present in the dream-- are often things we have seen, heard, or thought of during the preceding day or two, even if only momentarily. The players then act out a scene (the dream) that bears a much deeper theme.
For example...
Last night I dreamed that I was sitting in my mom's room with Kelsey and Hannah, two of the 9th grade girls from church. They told me that one of their friends had kissed a boy on a mission trip. Scandalous. In the dream I reacted with great shock... then asked them if I could write about it in my blog (this blog.) They hesitated, then I said, "Oh... I guess I shouldn't. She is probably going to be in a lot of trouble anyway."
This is the analysis, based on Catherine Tudor's dream theory:
The players... Yesterday I ate dinner at my mom's house, which gave me the setting of the dream. On Sunday I saw Hannah and Kelsey at church and thought about how much I love talking with them, so they became the characters. Also on Sunday, someone brought up in conversation a girl who was in the youth group when I was in high school who did get in trouble on a mission trip... not for kissing a boy, but for falling asleep on his shoulder in the hallway.
The themes... Yesterday morning I could not remember a single dream, and I actually began to worry. What if I never dream again? What if I can never write in my blog again? I have no material... That worry manifested itself in my request to write about a non-dream item in my dream. Another, more profound underlying fear represented is the anxiety that comes with the responsibility of leading a mission trip. There has been a lot of discussion lately about the trips for next summer, and while I have not consciously thought about the stress of it all, I know there is a strong association in my mind between mission trips and: Are all the youth here? Did I forget the permission slips? What if there is a crazy driver on the road? What if a youth gets hurt on the work site? What if a youth sneaks out at night and kisses a boy? You get the idea.
The first 16 pages of Jung's book have taught me two things: 1. No dream is insignificant, and thus 2. I am out of my mind to be writing this blog!
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Analyze Away
It's 6:45 a.m., and I am blogging. Why? (Or, to quote my sweet niece, "Becausewhy?") Because for the last four-ish hours I have been waking up and falling back asleep into a continuation of the same nightmare, and I'd rather be awake and tired than asleep and afraid. I wake up, sit up to completely shake off the sleep state, and tell myself it's just a dream, but each time I put my head on the pillow and close my eyes, the nightmare continues. And no, it's not about waffles... although you might laugh when you read what it IS about, but I challenge you to enter the dream world... imagine that this were real, and consider how you would feel...
A tyrannosaurus rex terrorized the city. I do not know how it existed, but it was destroying buildings and eating people at a rapid pace, and no one knew how to kill it. For one segment of the dream I was at my mom's house, alone. I could hear the T rex rampaging through the neighborhood, and I was all but paralyzed with fear. I didn't know where to hide. A cat appeared at the back door, begging to enter the house. With a look of panic in its eyes, the cat puffed itself up so that it seemed to stand four feet tall. I opened the door, but it ran away to the edge of the woods. As it climbed a tree I thought, "There's no way it can climb high enough to avoid being eaten..." I couldn't risk drawing attention to myself by calling for the cat, so I sadly (and quietly) closed the door and looked for a hiding place. I knew the downstairs hall closet was my best bet, but I ended up upstairs in the small room connected to my mom's room. The T rex approached the house, and looked at me through the window. Nothing but glass separated me from its face, which was as large as my entire body. I think this is one of the times I woke up shaking.
When I fell back asleep, the predator continued its reign of terror. This time I was in an apartment in the city. Again, I could hear the T rex walking, people screaming, and buildings crashing. I paced the apartment (blinds closed, clearly), and discussed strategy with a few others who had taken refuge there. I cried and pleaded, "Can't I just shut myself in a closet and hide until it goes away??" A couple in their late 30s said, "No, we won't let you hide. We have to get away from here." Four of us (the couple, me, and Allison) walked outside, then made a run for the car. We could see the beast a few blocks away, and as soon as we began running, it saw us too and let out a... growl? Whatever terrifying noise a T rex makes...think Jurassic Park. It ran towards us as we drove away. At this point I remembered that this particular dinosaur relies heavily on motion for its sight, so we pulled the car next to a brick building and held as still as possible. The T rex stood directly beside our car and sniffed us, but we did not move, and he left us alone.
A tyrannosaurus rex terrorized the city. I do not know how it existed, but it was destroying buildings and eating people at a rapid pace, and no one knew how to kill it. For one segment of the dream I was at my mom's house, alone. I could hear the T rex rampaging through the neighborhood, and I was all but paralyzed with fear. I didn't know where to hide. A cat appeared at the back door, begging to enter the house. With a look of panic in its eyes, the cat puffed itself up so that it seemed to stand four feet tall. I opened the door, but it ran away to the edge of the woods. As it climbed a tree I thought, "There's no way it can climb high enough to avoid being eaten..." I couldn't risk drawing attention to myself by calling for the cat, so I sadly (and quietly) closed the door and looked for a hiding place. I knew the downstairs hall closet was my best bet, but I ended up upstairs in the small room connected to my mom's room. The T rex approached the house, and looked at me through the window. Nothing but glass separated me from its face, which was as large as my entire body. I think this is one of the times I woke up shaking.
When I fell back asleep, the predator continued its reign of terror. This time I was in an apartment in the city. Again, I could hear the T rex walking, people screaming, and buildings crashing. I paced the apartment (blinds closed, clearly), and discussed strategy with a few others who had taken refuge there. I cried and pleaded, "Can't I just shut myself in a closet and hide until it goes away??" A couple in their late 30s said, "No, we won't let you hide. We have to get away from here." Four of us (the couple, me, and Allison) walked outside, then made a run for the car. We could see the beast a few blocks away, and as soon as we began running, it saw us too and let out a... growl? Whatever terrifying noise a T rex makes...think Jurassic Park. It ran towards us as we drove away. At this point I remembered that this particular dinosaur relies heavily on motion for its sight, so we pulled the car next to a brick building and held as still as possible. The T rex stood directly beside our car and sniffed us, but we did not move, and he left us alone.
The order of the next few events is kind of blurry in my mind. I saw Gabe in the same part of the city and ran to help her hide. We crawled underneath a tennis court net that was lying on the sidewalk. Again, we could see the monster just across the street. I told Gabe to hold as still as possible, but she kept wiggling and readjusting. The T rex noticed. He ran towards us as I said through clenched teeth, "Gabe. Hold. Still." Our lives were spared. Back in the car we drove underground into a subway station where many were gathered. Someone received word that the T rex had been lured into the water and was in the process of drowning. The crowd began cheering, but I feared we were celebrating too soon, considering the animal was still alive. I urged everyone to wait it out until we knew for sure, but everyone else had hope that this was the end of our living nightmare.
I was in London (apparently I'd been there along,) and the tyrannosaurus rex was alive but had moved on to Sweden. The survivors--and there were not many in comparison to the starting population-- in London received a letter from Kenya begging them to find a way to stop the beast before it made its way around the world. I remember thinking, "No one knows how to stop it; it's impossible." In this segment of the dream, everyone in London was trying to piece their lives back together post- T rex, although everyone knew it would return. Inside my apartment I received a phone call from the dad of a friend of a friend, who told me not to be afraid (I think the T rex ate his daughter (wow... I never imagined typing that sentence...)) One of the boys who lives next door to my mom entered my apartment; he is in high school now, but in the dream he was four, which is pretty much how I think of him. I asked where his brother and parents were, and he told me the T rex ate them, so I said he could stay with me.
I walked outside my apartment, and saw a plot of farm land with goats and baby pigs alternating in a perfect grid. Those tending the animals seemed naively calm. Did they not know that the T rex was coming back? It could be any minute...
Then word came: the sharp-toothed tyrant had returned. People began running from the field into the woods as the sense of panic settled back in. Then I was back in my mom's neighborhood; I ran into the Common Area--a large field hidden behind many of the houses that's used for neighborhood picnics, frisbee games, etc. A few people had driven onto the field to hide. I sat between a car and a truck, alone. I overheard a father saying to his young son, "In about an hour you will reach the point when you begin reflecting on your life..." In other words, the sense of impending doom was so great and so real that this man had to prepare his son. Before he could finish, a school bus stopped on the street in front of one of the houses; it had come to drive people to safety. I recognized the situation from a movie, or perhaps another dream, and I knew that no one should get on the bus; the T rex could easily catch it, knock it over, and eat everyone inside. No one listened. Men, women, and children flocked to the bus. Then the door to the truck beside me opened. I looked up and saw a kind man, smiling, with his hand outstretched towards me. He didn't have to say a word for me to know that he knew the way to safety.
I woke up again as I climbed into the truck. As I was waking up, part of me felt as though I should fall back asleep to completely resolve the dream. But a bigger part of me was tired (pun intended) of feeling afraid and wanted to wake up and just get on with my day. Thus I blogged at 6:45 a.m. Needless to say, I do not feel well-rested today.
I walked outside my apartment, and saw a plot of farm land with goats and baby pigs alternating in a perfect grid. Those tending the animals seemed naively calm. Did they not know that the T rex was coming back? It could be any minute...
Then word came: the sharp-toothed tyrant had returned. People began running from the field into the woods as the sense of panic settled back in. Then I was back in my mom's neighborhood; I ran into the Common Area--a large field hidden behind many of the houses that's used for neighborhood picnics, frisbee games, etc. A few people had driven onto the field to hide. I sat between a car and a truck, alone. I overheard a father saying to his young son, "In about an hour you will reach the point when you begin reflecting on your life..." In other words, the sense of impending doom was so great and so real that this man had to prepare his son. Before he could finish, a school bus stopped on the street in front of one of the houses; it had come to drive people to safety. I recognized the situation from a movie, or perhaps another dream, and I knew that no one should get on the bus; the T rex could easily catch it, knock it over, and eat everyone inside. No one listened. Men, women, and children flocked to the bus. Then the door to the truck beside me opened. I looked up and saw a kind man, smiling, with his hand outstretched towards me. He didn't have to say a word for me to know that he knew the way to safety.
I woke up again as I climbed into the truck. As I was waking up, part of me felt as though I should fall back asleep to completely resolve the dream. But a bigger part of me was tired (pun intended) of feeling afraid and wanted to wake up and just get on with my day. Thus I blogged at 6:45 a.m. Needless to say, I do not feel well-rested today.
Friday, November 20, 2009
True Story.
The nightmare I experienced in Kroger today:
"Inconvenience" is clearly an understatement...
"Inconvenience" is clearly an understatement...
Thursday, November 19, 2009
...Or because it takes a "latte" time to make...
I chuckled a little this morning as I recalled last night's dreams. Because they are all a little stranger than normal, I considered not blogging today, but then I figured, what the heck?
The first is, in my opinion, the funniest of the bunch. I was back in my 12th grade physics class (this came from seeing Miss McGlinchey, who is married and has a new last name now, at the Y last night!! It was very exciting.) Class had not started yet, so people were talking and wandering around the room. Okay, I am legitimately a little embarrassed to write this: apparently there was a tampon dispenser in the projector which was located in the front of the classroom. I approached with my 50 cents, and as I put the money in the slot, the projector turned on, and everyone in the class stopped talking and looked at me. I thought, "This is kind of an awkward place for a tampon dispenser..." (I am laughing out loud right now; I hope you are too.)
In the second dream I was sitting in my nutrionist (Trish)'s office, and she was making lattes on a fancy espresso machine. (Talking about healthy eating while drinking lattes sounds like a dream to me!) It was a recent addition to her practice :) Then the dream shifted; I entered a room and saw lots of lattes sitting on the floor under a coffee table. I knelt down and began inspecting the drinks to determine which was mine. The peppermint white mocha with blue whipped cream tempted me, but then I saw a cup with my name written in black Sharpie: a tall, 4 pump hazelnut, nonfat, no foam latte. I wanted it, but I was a little miffed that it had 4 pumps of hazelnut syrup rather than 2. What was she trying to do to me?? Written on the cup was also a note that said, "I want to discuss this more with you on Friday. -Trish." Again... laughing.
I planned to write about a third dream, but as I think about it now, it doesn't seem blog-appropriate. Sorry.
The first is, in my opinion, the funniest of the bunch. I was back in my 12th grade physics class (this came from seeing Miss McGlinchey, who is married and has a new last name now, at the Y last night!! It was very exciting.) Class had not started yet, so people were talking and wandering around the room. Okay, I am legitimately a little embarrassed to write this: apparently there was a tampon dispenser in the projector which was located in the front of the classroom. I approached with my 50 cents, and as I put the money in the slot, the projector turned on, and everyone in the class stopped talking and looked at me. I thought, "This is kind of an awkward place for a tampon dispenser..." (I am laughing out loud right now; I hope you are too.)
In the second dream I was sitting in my nutrionist (Trish)'s office, and she was making lattes on a fancy espresso machine. (Talking about healthy eating while drinking lattes sounds like a dream to me!) It was a recent addition to her practice :) Then the dream shifted; I entered a room and saw lots of lattes sitting on the floor under a coffee table. I knelt down and began inspecting the drinks to determine which was mine. The peppermint white mocha with blue whipped cream tempted me, but then I saw a cup with my name written in black Sharpie: a tall, 4 pump hazelnut, nonfat, no foam latte. I wanted it, but I was a little miffed that it had 4 pumps of hazelnut syrup rather than 2. What was she trying to do to me?? Written on the cup was also a note that said, "I want to discuss this more with you on Friday. -Trish." Again... laughing.
I planned to write about a third dream, but as I think about it now, it doesn't seem blog-appropriate. Sorry.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
You Are Cordially Invited
In typical style of my psyche, I still had at least one trippy dream last night. In the one I remember, some friends and I were cleaning floors as a fundraiser to supplement the money raised by the youth auction. We knocked on a door, and a cranky, 30-something man answered. When we offered to clean his floor, he responded in a vague, wishy-washy (pun intended :)) manor, and started to close the door. One of my friends called his bluff-- he secretly, desperately wanted us to wash his floor-- and we entered the house. Before we could begin mopping we had to sweep away inch-thick layers of dust, beginning on the second floor and moving down the stairs.
When I reached the bottom stair, I swept something roughly the size of a ping pong ball across the room. I moved towards it and upon inspection recognized it as a cherry cordial (Grandma Riddle's favorite thing to give, but not receive, at Christmas.) I then looked around the room and saw LOTS of cherry cordials! Some sat in plain view in the middle of the floor while others hid behind chair legs, small appliances, and shoes. I began sweeping as many as possible--not for the sake of cleaning, but more as a game. My friends joined me. In the dream I knew that I had left the cherry cordials around this house the last time I cleaned it. Sorry 'bout that, sir.
I'm not sure how cherry cordials entered the dream, but I can identify some of the other players. To do so I'll have to confess how dirty my apartment is, so don't judge me. Yesterday evening I swept the bathroom...I don't know if it's possible for any two girls to shed as much as Mallory and I do. We probably could have made a wig with the hair I swept off the floor (Gross, I know. Sorry.) This is most likely the source of the inches of dust in my dream. Also yesterday while sitting at the kitchen table, I noticed a lemon on the floor, far under the table, almost under the heater. I ducked my head under the table for a better look and saw a second (uh, older) lemon even deeper. LEMONS EVERYWHERE! Just kidding. It was only two. Or I guess I should say, it IS only two, since they are both still there :-D Not sure how they turned into cherry cordials, though. ("When life gives you lemons..." Maybe like that :))
When I reached the bottom stair, I swept something roughly the size of a ping pong ball across the room. I moved towards it and upon inspection recognized it as a cherry cordial (Grandma Riddle's favorite thing to give, but not receive, at Christmas.) I then looked around the room and saw LOTS of cherry cordials! Some sat in plain view in the middle of the floor while others hid behind chair legs, small appliances, and shoes. I began sweeping as many as possible--not for the sake of cleaning, but more as a game. My friends joined me. In the dream I knew that I had left the cherry cordials around this house the last time I cleaned it. Sorry 'bout that, sir.
I'm not sure how cherry cordials entered the dream, but I can identify some of the other players. To do so I'll have to confess how dirty my apartment is, so don't judge me. Yesterday evening I swept the bathroom...I don't know if it's possible for any two girls to shed as much as Mallory and I do. We probably could have made a wig with the hair I swept off the floor (Gross, I know. Sorry.) This is most likely the source of the inches of dust in my dream. Also yesterday while sitting at the kitchen table, I noticed a lemon on the floor, far under the table, almost under the heater. I ducked my head under the table for a better look and saw a second (uh, older) lemon even deeper. LEMONS EVERYWHERE! Just kidding. It was only two. Or I guess I should say, it IS only two, since they are both still there :-D Not sure how they turned into cherry cordials, though. ("When life gives you lemons..." Maybe like that :))
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