I was driving home from Joel's house. Apparently we were not married but still dating. He was really frustrated with me and told me it was time for me to go home (I actually have a lot of dreams that we're dating and he's really frustrated with me ... weird, eh?). I was really scared to drive home because there was severe weather and tornadoes in the forecast, but he insisted I go home.
So I'm driving home and Owen (our dog) is with me. All of a sudden, out of the cloudy gray sky, about a hundred cars start falling. First the headlights appear and then the rest of the car, and they crash into the ground. It's almost like they're trying to attack, and I have to drive in such a way as to dodge the cars. I thought perhaps it was a terrorist attack.
You would think that would be the worst part, but the worst part follows. Once the cars crash and hit the ground, a woman - either a dead woman or a mannequin (she doesn't look very real, doesn't have any blood or accident scars, just a completely blank look on her face) - bounces out of it. So not only am I dodging falling cars, but I'm also dodging bouncing, blank women.
What do you think about that?
1. Joel and I are on a cruise ship and it’s time for dinner. I want to stop back at our room before dinner, so I tell Joel I’ll meet him there. When I walk into my room, an old friend from my early college days is in my room shaving his butt.
2. I’m at my mom’s house looking out the window at her pretty gardens. I am so excited that the sun is out, the air is warm, and the flowers are blooming. All of a sudden I see a giant porcupine walking through the yard. It looks like Gullam (from lord of the rings), with foot-long quills up and down his back and on his arms.
3. I’m in a very rustic-seeming bathroom and have seriously bad diarrhea. I mean, we’re talking it filled up the toilet <i>entirely</i>, I flush and then the toilet is again completely full.* It’s also all over the walls and all over my legs. I pretty much think I’m going to die and I call for somebody to go get Joel. Joel comes in to get me and is very concerned. Somehow I get cleaned up and clothed and he is going to take me to the hospital. As we are walking through this gigantic garage/warehouse type-room, somebody decides to talk to Joel and Joel is very interested. Meanwhile, I start exploding again and I call out to Joel. He grabs a bucket, tells me to sit on it, and he’ll be back in a minute.
*As I was writing this, I suddenly remembered that I seem to have reoccurring dreams about toilets. Often I’m in a room FULL of toilets and I really have to go to the bathroom, but all the toilets are clogged or overflowing. I usually end up walking from toilet to toilet, just hoping for one that isn’t disgustingly full. Sometimes they’re just full of water ... so it’s not always incredibly gross, but usually they’re full of the other stuff, too.
This is odd, isn’t it?
Now, if you don't know Lance, you might have a difficult time understanding why this dream was so great to me. But, let's just say that Lance is very, VERY uncomfortable with things like this.
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iloveaslan ; and I used to have a lot of fun talking about the details of our monthly periods just to make him squirm. And, oh, he would squirm.In my dream, he was incredibly squeamish about the whole thing. He was trying to be nice, and concerned that I was in pain. He really wanted to get me to a hospital and I was not about to go. I don't know if it was because I was planning a home birth, if I wanted to labor at home as long as possible ... but it really felt like this decision was based on how nice of a night it was and the fact that I just wanted to be outside and have a rootbeer float. He said, "uhhhh," a lot and was scared to touch me and kept looking around to see if anybody else coming. Oh yeah, and I remember him saying, "Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?" about every 15 seconds!
It was just funny and cute. And, even though it was a dream, it was really nice to have that stress-free, carefree feeling that I once had.
Oh, and the dress/sweater was super cute. I'm going to have to keep my eye out for it when I do eventually get pregnant again! Maybe by then I'll be an expert with my sewing machine and I can make it myself.
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