Dreams are odd. If it is a good dream I don't mind waking up and resting in bed for a few minutes reveling in the feeling from the dream. The flip side, if it is an ick dream....... I HATE THAT! Like the times I used to dream that The SM cheated on me. Oh man! That man got my wrath the entire day. I don't care if he did it or not. In my dream he did and I felt like he'd done it and boy was I going to make him pay!
The SM would laugh at me and hold his hands up in surrender telling me that HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! Yeah riiiiiiight. I saw you with Miss Bimbo and I can't believe you did such and such and I totally caught you!!!
The feeling is sickening. It stays with you all day and even though rationally you know that your husband didn't cheat on you......... you feel like he did!
The best day of my entire life was the morning that The SM woke up, looked at me, and asked me how in the world I could do that!! YES!! Finally it was my turn. Oh joy! Happiness! Dance a jig and jump on the bed. Take that!! Isn't so funny is it Mr?? Was he cute? Tell me who ever it was was cute! Anyone I know?? Dig dig dig make The SM really feel it. (Insert evil cackle).
This morning I woke up and felt as if my heart had been wrenched from my body never to be returned. I had to keep telling myself that it was just a dream. The two children that I had dreamed had died were alive and well. It was just a dream! Oh awfulness. I didn't know where they'd been buried. It was Memorial Day weekend and I was sobbing because I hadn't decorated their graves! I couldn't remember the funeral.
The SM took me to the cemetery and I cried even more because someone had put a little toy on Levi's grave for me. It wasn't from me. I hadn't gone on Memorial Day to visit and why hadn't I gone everyday? Why had I not visited yet?
Then I saw the grave marker. What?? The SM told me that he had designed it himself. It had Levi's name on it and engraved next to it was a bottle of A&W Root beer! The SM was so proud of the engraving and the writing which was old world. Why in the world is there a bottle of soda engraved on my baby's headstone? That was the only decor!! Because Levi likes soda!
I believe that there are lessons to be learned from dreams. The lesson from this one is that there is no way in heck I am going to allow The SM to design my head stone. (Because I'm going first). I can only imagine what he would put on mine................
Only you. You got me going from compassion to worry to tears to laughter! I used to like my flying dreams until I always, always went to high and began plummeting to the ground. Luckily, I woke up before I hit the ground. And I have had the husband dreams, too....not likey.
ReplyDeleteOh the falling dreams! I haven't had one of those in years!!! I hate the ones too where I am trying to run after one of my kids that is in danger and I can't move fast enough. Hate those!
DeleteI haven't had a flying dream in a very long time, but I remember them. And since I don't fly, I don't fall. Always wondered about what it meant....kind of figured it was my overreaching and crashing, but now I must not be reaching at all....interesting.
DeleteHmmm. Or maybe now that you are happily married and settled down it means you are content! :D
DeleteYes. I like your interpretation much better! Going with that one.
Delete:D
DeleteLately, my dreams are like this: open the blender, throw in every weird problem that's come in over the last five months, layout a book about each one, make the computer work—then throw in plot lines from books and movies, fears, processes that I can't remember how to to. Turn on the blender. Notice I do not say anything about putting the top on the thing? Yeah - that's how it feels, chaos splattered over ever surface. My dreams used to have things in them regularly like having to go to the bathroom, only you're in someone else's house and you can't find it, but when you do, the door won't close all the way - or public restrooms without doors, or each stall is gross. Or I'm trying to make a phone call, and I can't punch in the buttons on the old phone - or I do punch them, but they don't take, and I have to start over because I hit a wrong number, except the dial tone won't come back on, and then I do the wrong number again anyway - I remember when that dream was a dial phone.
ReplyDeleteOnce in a very, very long time I have a dream that I want to lie in for a while. And I haven't had one of those for probably a decade. I think that says something I don't want to hear.
I rarely, and I mean rarely, remember any of my dreams...maybe one a month....what does that say?
DeleteGASP! DONNA!!!! Oh do I have to be the one to tell you what this means??? (Wringing my hands...............)
DeleteIt means.......... (I'm going to whisper it in your ear) that...... you're............... normal.
Sigh.........
This just proves to me that a weekend in Park City where we just schlep the whole time is in order. All in favor say "I". IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII.
DeleteThe "I"'s have it.
OH, good, because it is REALLY probably less than one a month. I didn't want you to think I was defective....well, not in that way, anyway.
Delete:-)
No more defective than I am. ;)
DeleteUgh. THOSE dreams. Those are haunting ones. When my husband and I were in the midst of massive house renovations and I never saw him because he was ALWAYS working on the house, I kept dreaming that I wasn't married. Or I'd be in this weird dream space of trying to figure out whether or not I was married. Yeah, pretty straight forward dreams in that case. But the going to work in my pyjamas dreams are frequent. And annoying. But the creepiest dream I ever had was when I was a child: The freaky-looking Raggedy Ann cloth doll that I had was chasing me around the yard from her perch in my father's yellow wheelbarrow. No one was pushing it. That black yarn grin against her white cloth face STILL haunts me.
ReplyDeleteYeah. THOSE dreams.
DeleteAt least you dream you're in your pajamas at work. I have dreams where I am NAKED! Yup! Naked. Can I borrow some of your pajamas please?
That dream of your doll is freaky. I would be freaked out for life. That's like a clown dream or something! Note to self: Don't ever send Wabi a Raggedy Ann doll!! I can remember being scared of the dark as a child as is. Add a freaky dream like that and I would have been a mess!
Well! I had a dream about you and Ron last night! You came to visit!!!!! I'm dead serious!!! And you brought my Mr. C who is 15 a gazillion gifts! What is up with that? Two nights ago I dream Mr. C dies. Last night I dream you're giving him megga gifts. I'm talking MEGGA. Like Christmas on steroids.
ReplyDeletePulling out the air mattresses right now!!! :D
ReplyDeleteYou are too much! Quit spoiling me!!!