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Sunday, January 30, 2011

These Dreams*

The thing about me is that I remember dreams. I don't think that is a good thing. I've read that if you remember dreams, you're not really getting restful sleep. Duh. I haven't had restful sleep in years. Anyway - some of them stuck out, and so I share. It's what I do.

I had a dream that I attended a blogger conference. I’m all “squee” and hugging people. The suite we’re assigned to is HUGE. Like Pimp Daddy Real World Style Huge. Pool tables, kitchens, WINE. One girl (who was not human but was her ‘cartoony blog person’ in my dream) met family the day before so I got to meet a stranger’s kids. At one point I left my laptop in the airport, but never fear! I was able to tweet to the girl coming on the next flight and she picked it right up for me. Then all the girls left me to do super cool things. And then? A co-worker of mine showed up. We jumped on huge beds and watched a movie on the big screen and had wine in our jammies. Her job? She’s the Head of Compliance. i.e.IT Security. i.e. NO blogs at work. Coinkidink? I’m thinking no.

I had a dream that I was offered and accepted this high falootin job. Where I was meant to wear suits every day and report to the CEO who was a woman. I remember in my dream I was wondering why on EARTH would they offer me this job, I can’t do any of this shit. My office was ungodly large, with a t.v. and a fridge and a conference table and a fancy-how-the-hell-do-i-work-it-phone. My first day, I was running late at home. The people around me included my own kids, my mother and my husband’s sister. The latter two live no where even remotely close to me. As I’m pacing and needing to leave, my sister in law says “I have to poop.” Not one of the kids. The 40 year old. And I was late to the first day of my new job.

I had a dream that I got lost in a house that's too big for it's own good. I was turning into hidden rooms and climbing one staircase but descending another. Ending up in an attic, and then being on top of a washing machine. Now that I think about it, this may actually be a nightmare.

I had a dream about clit suckers. I have no idea. Although, come to think of it, this may or may not stem from my own versions of “texts from last night” the day prior.

*hope that Heart song isn't on replay in your head because of the title. Really. Oh it is now? Whoopsie.

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Blogger Carri said...

OK, those are the most random things ever! haha

1/30/11, 1:20 PM  
Anonymous Kimberly said...

Do your dreams sometimes feel as though they were a real part of your life the next day?

Lately, that's been happening to me. Weird.

1/30/11, 2:38 PM  
Anonymous Kimberly said...

Ummm...are you high?
I have wicked vivid dreams that are purely drug induced. I was telling Shawn about my dream this morning and said how creepy it was. Then he interjected and said "Wait was it about you making out with Hulk Hogan? Cause that would have been wired"...sigh I think he may have had that dream

1/30/11, 4:25 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

It's ok. I like Heart.

1/30/11, 4:44 PM  
Blogger The Empress said...

I , me, well, dreams?

I don't like some, others I love.

I like the ones where I"m famous.

Those I don't want to wake up from.

Wait till Mooooog stops over...oh, goodness.

How you doing, girl?

1/30/11, 4:53 PM  
Blogger Shell said...

Crazy dreams, girl. Wish you had been at Blissdom. No dreams there b/c we hardly slept.

1/30/11, 5:47 PM  
Blogger The mad woman behind the blog said...

Oh girl, you need some sleep. And no, I really don't think I want to know what your dreams mean. And marking a couple of drugs off my "Do not take if I want a dreamless sleep list."

And yes, looking forward to the Moooooog response.

1/30/11, 7:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I have a similar dream about being lost in a huge house. I also have a recurring dream where I'm in an unfamiliar high school (but it's my high school) and I can't find my way around because things don't connect correctly. Staircases end in a wall. Have to climb a ladder and jump to a doorway - that kind of thing.

1/30/11, 7:28 PM  
Blogger Symdaddy said...

'I had a dream about clit suckers.'

Did you have a dyslexic moment and really mean City Slickers?

Er, didn't think so.


1/31/11, 3:51 AM  
Blogger Mommy Nani Booboo said...

In dreams, an attic represents your mind. The washing machine in there means it's dirty.

1/31/11, 11:42 AM  
Blogger tulpen said...

I'm a career insomniac. And when I do sleep, fucking action movie dreams. I talk, scream and act the shit out. I've woken up talking on the phone. I've woken up attacking the person sleeping next to me.

And you thought you already knew how fucked in the head I am.

1/31/11, 12:55 PM  
Blogger Semi-Slacker Mom said...

Do you take Ambien before bed? or smoke weed? or both?

1/31/11, 2:10 PM  
Anonymous JennyBeans said...

Isn't it funny how when you dream, you dream the most crazy random shit?!

2/1/11, 4:49 PM  
Anonymous Morgan B said...

Jesus! Your brain must be on overload. Hopefully things are working their way out.

2/2/11, 12:50 PM  
Blogger Tarja said...

You crack me up - as always. But I think it's good to remember your dreams. Clues you into to what's going on in your mind. What you might be anxious about, happy about - that you didn't even know. Ah, dreams! And sometimes, yes, it's just good to have a night of sleep where you don't remember a goddamn thing.

2/3/11, 6:29 PM  
Anonymous Erin I'm Gonna Kill Him said...

Wow, I can't wait for the life that I will be accompanying you on as your roommate at a blog conference. Except for the clit sucking part. That sounds scary. And weird. And like it hurts even in a dream.

2/3/11, 11:03 PM  
Blogger Tiffany said...

I remember all of my dreams too. i haven't had restful sleep since the age of 9. i once had a dream that i was lost outside of my house when i lived in texas when i was like 6 years old. i couldn't get in the house and in my dream i was trying to pull my eyes open so i would wake up. i have this same dream like, every few years. weird

2/4/11, 10:54 AM  

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