Friday, November 7, 2008

You May Say I'm a Dreamer...

Apparently a lot of my frustrations in life come out through my dreams. I don't mean Joseph-in-Egypt dreams, I mean, well, weird dreams. Like once I dreamed that my kids were male children, ages 4 and 6. That was my oddest dream yet...until last night.

Last night I dreamed, and I cannot quite remember the order these events happened, that:
I was on a trip.
I ran into my friend, Mary.
Mary's hair was long (I have never seen her with long hair). When I said, 'Mary, your hair is so long!' she said, 'Of course, I just got it cut.'
I ran into her in a hair salon/hotel/restaurant.
She proceeded to give me a very LARGE bottle of wine, pouring one glass for me, and told me to drink it (the whole bottle).
Oddly, I very much wanted to. I thought it would be fun. (If you know know this is SO not me)
But, before I could give in and become an instant alcoholic, Mary's car ran away. On its own.
We all ran outside to chase down the car, and when it got to the bottom of the hill and stopped, I looked up and saw the Aurora Borealis in the sky. I yelled, 'Look!' and when everyone looked up, the Northern Lights turned into a fireworks display that looked like microscope slides of bacteria. Still moving.
After this, Mary and I went back to the hotel, where we inexplicably shared a room, and even more inexplicably had to enter through a series of doors that kept getting smaller and smaller like in Alice in Wonderland, until finally I thought I would never be able to fit through!

At this point, I woke up, and found that my blankets were all over my bedroom and I had to go to work. I have given up on trying to figure out this dream, but you are welcome to take a stab at it.

I emailed Mary and told her to set her parking brake. She said she had a dream about me last week involving a large, uber-cool new house that had all glass appliances so that we could see the electronics working. Now THAT makes sense!


BeckeyZ said...

WHAT did you eat before you went to bed? LOL!

No, really, I have bizzarro dreams like that all the time.

Freud would have a field day with us huh?

Jenny-Fair said...

Last night was much more mild, and I slept in until after ten this morning! I think stress on that job must have been getting to me or something.