I don't usually talk about my dreams because -- let's face it -- most people aren't really interested in hearing your dreams unless it involved them or was really funny.
But the dream I had last night was just too crazy to allow to drift off in to forgetfulness.
So it was this:
I, my family, my extended family, and even my extended family's family was in this big open outdoor area with sand dunes. I was ready to leave, but the TaeBo instructor from my gym was on top of one of the sand dunes doing something to call attention to himself and was blocking my way out. Annoying. I clim
bed to the top, shoved past him, put my body into a half-squat, swung my arms backward and was ready to leap from the top of this dune to the sand below. Just as I sprung off, TaeBo guy yells, "NO!" Too late. I am in the air. But when I land, I am immediately sucked down this deep sandy tunnel. Crap!
I'm sitting there for a while - in the sand tunnel, trying to assess the situation, trying not to panic, when I realize that nobody is going to come rescue me. I'm breathing real shallow so I don't breathe in all the sand. Then I start to move. I quickly find out that if I move too fast or with big motions, the sand will all collapse in on this sand-tunnel and will trap and suffocate me. "Don't panic, don't panic", I say over and over and over again to myself. So I S L O W L Y start moving my arms in a slow swimming-motion and step up with my legs one at a time, very carfully. Only allowing myself to consciously think of 2 things; 'breathe shallowly' and 'don't panic', I make my way to the opening at the top of the tunnel. Finally I'm free! Cheers erupt from all over. "She made it! She's alive!" And even though I am overjoyed and immediately sucked in to the excitement of the crowd, I realize and remember that nobody was really looking for me or trying to help me. Odd.
I meet up with my sisters and my mom who are all hugs and smiles. Then they proceed to show me the items they purchased while I was struggling to save myself. They notice that I'm not too excited to see their clothing purchases and quickly put 2 and 2 together. I'm upset that they went shopping while I was fighting for my life. "Well, we weren't sure if you were ever going to get out or WHEN you were going to get out, so we thought we'd go shopping without you instead of waiting for you forever." Ah... like this makes me feel better.
*FLASH* Totally different scene. I'm sitting with my Personal Trainer on a balcony with a wrought-iron railing off the side of my house in WA (which really doesn't exist
-- the balcony, not the house.... I mean, not NOT the house.. the house exists. Just not the balcony. In real life, that is) and we are just chit-chatting like we normally do in real life after a work out. But this time we're in regular clothes on this balcony and he asks if I want to go out with him that night. I get all excited and feel a smile creeping up on my face when he says, "But I have to warn you. ... You're still friends with some of your exes, right?" "Yeeaaaahhh," I say. All hesitantly. He says, "Well, my ex-girlfriend is going to be there, too. But we're totally just friends now, so it's no big deal. We dated for 3 months and broke up last week. But there are no feelings anymore." I'm thinking, OK.... Not really buying it, but if he wants to show up with ME, fine..... Then he continues, "Oh, and my other ex will probably be there, too. We dated for only a month and we broke up a month ago." As soon as this information processes, I exclaim, "Wait! You said you dated Ex #1 for 3 months and broke up last week. AND you dated Ex #2 for a month and broke up just last month. That means you dated 2 girls at the same time?!?" I'm feeling a little disgusted. He clarifies, "Well, yeah, but before them there was Steve." Me: "YIKES!"
*FLASH* I am now inside some big warehouse, but it is furnished like a home. The people I stayed with in FL for my birthday (in real life) are there; the twin girls playing the drums and guitar on Guitar Hero World Tour. I see my old flame, Jordan, across the way. My heart is beating a bit fast as I look at him. I'm in a little bit of a trance, longing for him to look over and see me, when I hear somebody telling me, "He doesn't want to date you again." I'm still staring at him while my brain rejects the information I was just told. Things go blurry.
THE END
Anybody want to try to dissect THAT? Haha
But the dream I had last night was just too crazy to allow to drift off in to forgetfulness.
So it was this:
I, my family, my extended family, and even my extended family's family was in this big open outdoor area with sand dunes. I was ready to leave, but the TaeBo instructor from my gym was on top of one of the sand dunes doing something to call attention to himself and was blocking my way out. Annoying. I clim
bed to the top, shoved past him, put my body into a half-squat, swung my arms backward and was ready to leap from the top of this dune to the sand below. Just as I sprung off, TaeBo guy yells, "NO!" Too late. I am in the air. But when I land, I am immediately sucked down this deep sandy tunnel. Crap!I'm sitting there for a while - in the sand tunnel, trying to assess the situation, trying not to panic, when I realize that nobody is going to come rescue me. I'm breathing real shallow so I don't breathe in all the sand. Then I start to move. I quickly find out that if I move too fast or with big motions, the sand will all collapse in on this sand-tunnel and will trap and suffocate me. "Don't panic, don't panic", I say over and over and over again to myself. So I S L O W L Y start moving my arms in a slow swimming-motion and step up with my legs one at a time, very carfully. Only allowing myself to consciously think of 2 things; 'breathe shallowly' and 'don't panic', I make my way to the opening at the top of the tunnel. Finally I'm free! Cheers erupt from all over. "She made it! She's alive!" And even though I am overjoyed and immediately sucked in to the excitement of the crowd, I realize and remember that nobody was really looking for me or trying to help me. Odd.
I meet up with my sisters and my mom who are all hugs and smiles. Then they proceed to show me the items they purchased while I was struggling to save myself. They notice that I'm not too excited to see their clothing purchases and quickly put 2 and 2 together. I'm upset that they went shopping while I was fighting for my life. "Well, we weren't sure if you were ever going to get out or WHEN you were going to get out, so we thought we'd go shopping without you instead of waiting for you forever." Ah... like this makes me feel better.
*FLASH* Totally different scene. I'm sitting with my Personal Trainer on a balcony with a wrought-iron railing off the side of my house in WA (which really doesn't exist
-- the balcony, not the house.... I mean, not NOT the house.. the house exists. Just not the balcony. In real life, that is) and we are just chit-chatting like we normally do in real life after a work out. But this time we're in regular clothes on this balcony and he asks if I want to go out with him that night. I get all excited and feel a smile creeping up on my face when he says, "But I have to warn you. ... You're still friends with some of your exes, right?" "Yeeaaaahhh," I say. All hesitantly. He says, "Well, my ex-girlfriend is going to be there, too. But we're totally just friends now, so it's no big deal. We dated for 3 months and broke up last week. But there are no feelings anymore." I'm thinking, OK.... Not really buying it, but if he wants to show up with ME, fine..... Then he continues, "Oh, and my other ex will probably be there, too. We dated for only a month and we broke up a month ago." As soon as this information processes, I exclaim, "Wait! You said you dated Ex #1 for 3 months and broke up last week. AND you dated Ex #2 for a month and broke up just last month. That means you dated 2 girls at the same time?!?" I'm feeling a little disgusted. He clarifies, "Well, yeah, but before them there was Steve." Me: "YIKES!"*FLASH* I am now inside some big warehouse, but it is furnished like a home. The people I stayed with in FL for my birthday (in real life) are there; the twin girls playing the drums and guitar on Guitar Hero World Tour. I see my old flame, Jordan, across the way. My heart is beating a bit fast as I look at him. I'm in a little bit of a trance, longing for him to look over and see me, when I hear somebody telling me, "He doesn't want to date you again." I'm still staring at him while my brain rejects the information I was just told. Things go blurry.
THE END
Anybody want to try to dissect THAT? Haha
3 comments:
That one made me laugh. Especially the shopping part. I am sure that it was Tami that made us all go without you (jk Tami) Mom made us do it!!!
Emily, your worst nightmare--shopping without you--will not come true. Feel better? :) The other stuff is also weird. I like other people to dissect my weird dreams too, but before I can, I need to know: Is the Steve mentioned in your post Steve Vorhauer, Steve from Utah, Steve Lodholm, Steven Hickman, Stevie Wonder, Steve Peterson, a Steve I don't know, or a random, unknown shows-up-only-in-dreams Steve? This answer will help with my final evaluation... :)
Ha! It is a Steve that I know nothing of. It is just the name that he gave. There was no facial remembrance when he said the name. In my dream, I had no idea who "Steve" was -- just that it was a guy.
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