I really should just start a dream journal blog because I have really complicated dreams all the time. Lately I've been dreaming a lot about babies: one time I was pregnant (scary), another time I was pleading for my life and for my niece's lives, and last night RL and I were taking care of our newly married friends' (non-existent kids). What's the deal? I also dreamt that Britney Spears and I were being kidnapped and she kept taking her shirt off to distract the kidnappers.
In last night's dream RL was deftly feeding our friends' infant, who then threw up on our bed. The parents were around somewhere and they vaguely apologized, then handed over the next kid, who was actually like 20 and a BIG kid, but for some reason he was supposed to be in preschool.
Anyway, in the midst of the weird kid madness, there was a secondary story happening in the background. Apparently I knew this guy who had just set off to track down a woman he knew (loved/was stalking, who knows?). He started sending text-message updates back to me with news and pictures of the this woman. The texts were coming rather frequently, and I remember thinking, sheesh, this guy is a little insistent on sharing his news! They're coming every two seconds!
The funny thing is that I had actually brought my cell phone into the bedroom--a friend was flying in last night and I wanted to make sure she didn't need anything. Well, the friend texted me (and my phone will continue beeping until I look at the message), and for FORTY FIVE MINUTES I incorporated the sound of the beeping into my dream.
I'm rather impressed with my creative dream-state abilities, aren't you?
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Dreams
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Tick tock tick tock....
I think your biological clock is ticking. Or at the very least you're feeling domestic!
It always surprises me when people say they don't have vivid dreams (or like my father claims, dream in black and white). My dreams are always long detailed stories, and I remember almost all of it.
Oh, and this is not a comment regarding your post (promise, I enjoyed yours!!), but have you ever noticed that other people's dreams never seem as interesting as your own. You listen polietly because you want them to do the same for you, but the whole time you're thinking, "would you wrap this suck up already! it's not that exciting as you think it is!"
Maybe it's just me.
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