Life Could Be A Dream

April 10, 2009

So I recently read on Abby's blog about a dream she just had. It made me laugh, so I wanted to share it with you. I sure hope she won't mind. I guess I should have asked permission first, but this is the internet! The Land of Flagrant Plagiarism! (Uh, Abby, if you do mind, feel free to throw rocks at my house or steal all my tulips or whatever.)

Two nights ago I had a dream where I was looking at the display buttons on my oven and noticed for the first time that one of them said "End Of The World" and another said "End Of The World LIVE!" So it turns out that once the end of the world came about, I could watch it happen, live even, on my oven display screen, which is approximately 1.5" across. I don't know about you, but when the world comes to an end the last place I want to be is staring at my stovetop. Because that probably means I'm cooking, which happens to be one of my least favorite necessary activities ever. But then, Heidi helpfully pointed out that I could instead watch the end of the world on the 5" screen on the side of my fridge (that magically appeared just then), which naturally would afford a much better view of the Four Horsemen. I agreed that that was a far better option. Of all of my appliances, the fridge is by far my favorite as it holds all of my precious, precious goodies. If I have to die during an apocalypse, I can think of no other overly large object I'd rather spend my last moments here on earth with. I love you, Sweet Refrigerator! I will send you a Hallmark card to make this clear.

Hehehe. That is just good stuff. Interestingly, (it IS interesting. That's why I used that word.) I read this post of hers right after I typed up one of my own about dreams. Coincidence? Well, yeah, probably.

I had a dream the other night that I was being chased by a dinosaur. Not just me, but a whole town full of people. We were in this huge 4 story school and everyone was running around and screaming (of course they would be). I decided it was safer to run off on my own than to stay with the howling, trampling crowd. I guess it's possible odds were in my favor if I were with 500 other people, but I thought maybe he wouldn't even find me if I was all alone. Though the Dinosaur did seem to be eating everything, school and all.

I ran off into some little used side wing of the school, down a hall, through a room, and into the closet in the back, where there was an unused deep freeze. I crouched behind it, and was debating whether I should get inside or not. Dino-safe, maybe, but I wasn't sure if I would be able to breath, or even open the door from the inside. These were the thoughts that vexed me as I woke up.

When I told Richard I dreamed a Dinosaur was chasing me, he said "Again?" I apparently dream that a lot. I wonder what the dinosaur represents that I feel like I have to run away from it all the time?


AND THEN, last night I dreamed that someone had a couple of babies for me. I was supposed to choose between them and take one home. Hooray! My excitement didn't last though, because the baby they were really hoping I would take was square. And not in the un-hip, stick-in-the-mud kind of way. In the geometrical way. And the other baby had a mustache.

And I was all distressed. I knew I should be happy to accept a baby, no matter what, but part of me just wasn't sure I wanted a weird cube shaped baby, or one with fully developed facial hair. So I spent the rest of the dream fretting about my inability to be grateful for any baby that came my way, or accept others as they are.

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6 comments

  1. Dreams are so funny! I rarely have vivid dreams, but a couple nights ago I had a dream that my sister announced she was pregnant and I flipped!

    Lots of background, but she's not married and doesn't have full custody of the child she has now.

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  2. I very rarely laugh out loud at things I read to myself, but this one had me laughing. I read it out loud to my Richard and we both laughed till we cried. Poor cube shaped baby.

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  3. I know. Poor baby. Who could love a square?

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  4. I love SpongeBob, does that count?

    I'm sure it's perfectly fine for you to steal my brilliant thoughts and post them here. Right up until I decide to press charges. It'll be a surprise!

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  5. Oh, and that is kinda creepy that we both find solice with refrigeration, particularly when our lives are about to end. Can you love food too much? I say not.

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  6. I really think you should go to a dream analyst. Then we could all understand you better.

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