This morning I woke up and remembered my dream in hazy bits and pieces. Some little snatches included:
- working at DFW airport,
- my boy Blake working there too, and when I went to pick him up for lunch he was in a physical therapy session, in his office, in a hot tub full of bubbles,
- being chased down the hallway by a squeaky grocery cart that no one was pushing and I couldn't run,
- getting from floor to floor in my "office" via slide (I have no idea how we went back up),
- Blake's car being parked on a street called Chimera Way,
- cauliflower in the ice machine,
- drinking red Hi-C, with cauliflower in it, natch
- someone looking for the British me. Who, I tried to tell them, really does exist. Uncle Al met her.
Seriously, I think I should be studied. And although I don't quite remember it, the dream had a very linear storyline to it, and when I got to the denouement, my dream self thought, "whew! I'm so glad that wrapped up before my alarm; now I can get some rest!" and.... then my alarm went off.
Oh, and a couple of days ago I had a dream I was pregnant, and I was scared of the labor. TERRIFIED. Like, to the point of crying to the doctor that I wasn't ready and to please not make me have this baby. I think dreaming you are pregnant symbolizes some new idea or occurence in your life, so I wonder what is coming up that I am going to be wary to accomplish?
Weirdo.
1 comment:
The grocery store cart scares me the most. It's the squeak that gives me chills.
I tried to publish your comment about NY to me, but it didn't go up and then erased. I wanted to publish because you're right.
I was in a mood when I wrote that. LOL
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