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.
The grocery store cart scares me the most. It's the squeak that gives me chills.
ReplyDeleteI 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