Don't get me wrong - figuring out some of these flashes is a no-brainer. I have no difficulty realizing, for example, that my memory of riding down a series of massive water slides that had progressively longer and longer drops into giant swimming pools where I could breathe underwater and there was furniture everywhere at the bottom of the pool and... well, I have no difficulty realizing that was a dream.
Things get hazy, though, with more mundane memories/dreams like these:
Did I actually go to the bank and get a roll of quarters yesterday?
Did I really get in a minor car accident on the way to work last night?
I don't know what's causing this dream/reality crossover issue. I've endured no recent trauma, no major changes in lifestyle, diet or medication. It's puzzling. I don't know if I should be concerned that I'm going crazy, or if I should just relax and enjoy the ride.
Well, I was going to write more, but I need to go call my mom and ask if she and my dad really moved into an enormous mansion with an attached parking garage.
3 comments:
That happened to me when I was pregnant. A lot.
When I used to work at the movie theater, I had dreams where I was selling tickets.
When I worked for Hot Topic I had dreams where I was folding t-shirts.
Basically, if I'm stuck doing any mundane task for hours on end, it will haunt my dreams.
Then there was the time I took NyQuil, fell asleep on the couch and dreamed I was trying to convince Andrew McCarthy that I wasn't a mannequin. Then I woke up and realized the movie Mannequin had been on TV the entire time I was in a drug-induced slumber.
no joke - last night i had a dream that i was sleeping in my room at mom and dad's dutcher street house, dad came upstairs and was like "julie, come down stairs now, justin timberlake is here to see you - i'm not kidding!!" and i was all groggy and couldn't find jeans that would fit me - they were all too big and had bruins logos on them (what?). and so i ran downstairs (not sure what pants i ended up wearing) and there was a green minivan with a chauffeur and the sliding door was open and i got in and mom and dad and ted kennedy (really?), who was in a wheelchair, were sitting in the van and justin timberlake was out in the street looking into the van through the window at me. so weird. any thoughts on what it might mean??
Post a Comment