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Sick Dreams are the Worst 25 January 2010

Filed under: Dreams & Nightmares — WarriorWife @ 3:15 pm

Ever since I was little I have had a recurring sick dream–one that only happens if I’m really sick and running a fever.  I’m sitting on a giant red chicken.  A HUGE hen.  She clucks off and on.  And she’s on fire.  Not huge ol’ flames, just a slow burn.  And there’s a whole bucket brigade of children and adults from the nearby “old west” town trying to put out the chicken fire.  No one sees me sitting on the chicken.  I know I should get down but I’m too comfy and warm and I’ve got the best vantage point for watching the frantic bucket passers.

Yes.  I’m pretty sure that makes me crazy.  Maybe even insane.  Definitely messed up.

Well, here’s the part where I admit that I have a cold.  WB gave it to me.  Which means, yes, she has a cold too.  It’s the saddest thing ever.  She hacks and coughs and sneezes so hard that tears come out her eyes.  And then she smiles and rubs her red splotchy face and I just want to cry.  Instead I wipe the snot and tears off her face and then blow my own nose.  # of hand sanitizer applications today: 269.

We’ve both been taking more naps today getting a jump up on rest.  But I think I’m done napping today–which, if you know me, you know is just a CRAZY thing to say.  But this morning while I was napping I had the worst nightmare ever!  I was at the mall and someone with a huge orange fro was after my baby and had hired this little teenage blondie to steal her.  I was chasing blondie through the mall just frantic to get my baby back.  WB’s cries woke me up and I was so grateful!  I called TW up at work to tell him about it.  He was super sympathetic until I mentioned my get-the-baby-back plan was to run really fast to catch the blondie and then throw my Orange Julius in her face to distract her while I grabbed WB.  At that he laughed.  Hard.  I think he even started to choke.

What?  It was a great plan…and had nothing to do with a burning chicken.

 
 

Where I Become Moses’ Sidekick 8 May 2009

Filed under: Dreams & Nightmares — WarriorWife @ 10:09 am

A blast from the past…(originally posted April 21st 2006) I was reading through some of WarriorWifes old blogs and ran across this one. I thought it was hilarious, so I thought I would re-publish it for your entertainment. enjoy!

To any and all professional or amateur psychologists, psyciatrists, dream-readers, and fortune tellers–prepare for some entertaining, here is my dream from last night….

(for those that want to continue believing I’m normal, read no further.)

I’m living in bible times with the Children of Israel. We’ve just conquered the Land of Canaan and contrary to historical accuracy, Moses didn’t get “taken up in a cloud” or “buried by the hand of God”; he’s really still alive and I’m his sidekick. Joshua is still the main leader-guy, and Moses is retired. He’s gone just the tiniest bit wacko in the head from the stress of wandering 40 years at the front of 3 million whiney children. But with the bit-o-wacko he’s become a genius inventor in his retirement years….just picture DaVinci and Merlin combined in the religiously powerful Moses and that’s the guy I’m working for.

So we’re out at the top of a mountain and Moses finds this amazingly pure and nutritional stream of water. He mutters and mumbles (in hebrew of course, but I’ve got one of those wicked cool sci-fi translates any language to English gadgets) “You know, WarriorWife, the middle east is kinda hot and dry. The children need some better water. But this little stream is not so efficient in getting to them. We’ve got to find a way to make it better.” Whereupon I agree and ask him if he wants a sandwich for lunch. He does, and while I make it, he gets to work on his new cleaner-water-to-the-people project.

This turns out to be COLOSSAL, way more far reaching than Moses ever thought it would be. (side note musing: I wonder if DaVinci would think that of his MonaLisa…”Gosh I just painted someone sitting on the side of the road and look what kind of freakish attention it’s gotten over the centuries!”) Okay, back on the ranch/mountain Moses has built a big aquaduct-like track that looks very similar to the twisty kind of “play with marbles on a fast track” game that we had as kids growing up, but it’s on a HUGE scale. He’s also come up with some cool and secret way to take regular bible-times sandals and make them into a white-brown ultra clean marble (like the rock) lining to this track to keep the nutritious water pure on it’s travel to the people. We’re talking some serious patent material, folks. Water flows into all of the cities on this awesome track and the whole thing just explodes into a NASA-habitates-a-barren-planet-sized operation.

Anyway, now the dream gets interesting. See Moses decides he could make some retirement money off of this and wants to start charging the people on a consumption basis. That doesn’t go over so smoothly and he becomes the evil and hunted fugitive extortionist. So we’re on the run (yes, I go to, since I’m the sidekick). He’s getting his secret plans from the top shop safe and I’m busting into Housewarden’s place for some good fugitive journey snacks. I find her eye-glasses in between the gold fish and the trail mix in her kitchen cupboards and I take those too, since they’d probably come in handy for two fugitives in case my glasses break.

And the rest of my dream Moses and I are sneaking around sabotaging this ultimate water plant barely escaping multiple lynch squads by busting through chalk walls and running across thatched roofs. I found I was pretty talented at the whole fugitive thing too, considering I was packing two huge supply packs (one on front and one on back) while Moses just carried a little knap sack. But I guess that’s how it goes since I was just the sidekick and he was an old guy.

I woke up a little sore in my legs and really thirsty. But I drank milk instead of water.

 
 

Return to Jr High School 15 August 2006

Filed under: Dreams & Nightmares — WarriorWife @ 8:23 am

Last night I dreamed I went back to Junior High. It wasn’t the cool dream where you go back and are suddenly the most popular kid in school–funny, flirty, carefree, confident, and zitless…
No, it was my first day of 7th grade and I felt miserably out of place…again.
And the weirdest stuff kept happening to me…again.

  • Like there was this nazi-strict patrol girl on the walk to school yelling and snapping a whip at anyone who didn’t walk on the designated pathway up the hill and across the lawn through the tennis courts….but she was freaky nice to the down syndrome girl…
  • Like some random spanish kid kept picking up on me to impress his friends. I couldn’t get rid of him…turn the corner–spanish kid…go to lunch–spanish kid…check out books in the library–spanish kid…leering spanish kid everywhere–GAH!
  • Like all the kids were bragging about their *skills*. If you didn’t have *skills* you weren’t cool. And smartness didn’t count as *skills*. Total Napoleon Dynamite flashback, and sadly I wasn’t cool by any means.

I woke up wondering how much of real life is just Junior High revisited…random nazi-strict policies & procedures that offer concessions to the disabled…wierd lurking “spanish kids”…*skills* that make you cool…

 
 

Another Dream… 28 April 2006

Filed under: Dreams & Nightmares — WarriorWife @ 8:23 am

Okay, I know I posted a dream just a bit ago, but just humor me, okay?

I’m back at high school. I don’t know why I’m having so many high school dreams this year. Not that I’ve posted about them. But I seem to be back at good ol’ JHS a lot lately…

Anyway, High School Physics class. Mrs. Dodd is putting something together in a corner. All the lab desks are arranged funny and I don’t have a chair at mine. So I go to the other side of the classroom to grab a metal folding chair. This is the first oddity. We didn’t have metal folding chairs in high school. We had the molded plastic chair w/ the metal legs. But reality has no force in dreams, so I pick up a folding chair. And there are lots of kids there getting folding chairs too. And I walk back to my desk, and EVERYONE has noticed that I don’t have a chair and has been going to get one for me. So there are A LOT of folding chairs already leaning up against my lab table. And more keep coming. And as people get there with a chair they notice I already have one, and more. So they say “sorry, I just thought you’d need a chair.” And instead of taking it back, they lean it up against all the others. Soon the chairs start to slid, and standing there I know the craziest thing is going to happen….just as the bell rings for class to start all the chairs slide too far and come crashing down to the floor. TrEmEnDoUs NoIsE. And Mrs. Dodd is suddenly standing above me telling me to take a seat. But there are so many chairs (and they seem to double in number as the dream time passes) that I can’t get to my lab table. So I just sit on the floor. The pile of chairs is taller than I am. And the whole scene is so surprising that I can’t help but laugh. A little. And then, like the chairs, the laughing just multiplies and soon the whole class is laughing at the pile of chairs and how ridiculous it is. And I’m laughing so hard I’m crying.

And then I woke up. And I was laughing so much that I couldn’t go back to sleep. But that was good, because my alarm was about to go off anyway.

And there you have it.

Chair, anyone?