You know when your friends have really vivid dreams, and they wanna tell you all about it? They remember 'every detail' and then off they go, on a tangent, on their stream of unconsciousness, and you don't understand it or care, really. Well, this is my blog post, so I'm going to unapologetically recount my dream.
I was married to a pretty handsome guy and we were chillin at home getting ready for a pot luck wih the family. Family members started arriving, they were all from his side because they all WERE him, except with dorky glasses, or weird facial hair, etc. None of them were normal, every single one was socially inept for some reason or another, which is fine. Makes things interesting. But all the dishes they brought for the pot luck were half eaten, and we ended up with only a little platter of apps. hahah.
Then I realize, I have a child. Not just any child, but a premature newborn who can run. And it repeatedly ran into the pool during the party and I repeatedly gave it mouth-to-mouth and wimpered and worried and cuddled it. I kind of treated it like a kitten.
My good friend from studying abroad was there at the party, chillin. He kept comforting me and telling me not to worry, that he sees this in premies all the time, and that they're all normal. And then he went on to say, "This is a really good thing, the way that you are reacting is really impressive, now you'll know that you'll be a good mother when you finally have a real baby!"
Hahaha.
Later on I had a dream that I convinced my roommate to give her rent check to charity a few days before it was due. And then I had to convince the charity to give the money back.
"I'm gonna tell you about a dream I once had.
ReplyDeleteI know that when someone says that,
usually you’re in for a very boring next few minutes, and you might be.
But it sounds like-- What else are you gonna do, right?
Anyway, I read this essay by Philip K.. Dick..."
- Waking Life