I had a dream last night that I had not one, not two, but three brown grocery bags full enough of junk mail, magazines, and other assorted paper to be put out for recycling.
Most of my dreams are similarly as pointless. If I don’t tell someone what I was dreaming I will forget the dream within minutes of waking up. Last week I was dreaming about custominzing my old pick up truck which has never even crossed my mind that I can remember. I only use it for an occassional lumber pick up or trip to the dump but it may have stemmed from being a little embarassed when driving it which I have been doing more of the last couple weeks on my remodel project.
Did you also dream of three grocery bags full of good mail from your friends, and lottery winnings, and neat stuff? And did the three junk mail bags devour the three good mail bags? There is wisdom in the interpretation of dreams, for God is telling you what He is going to do.
Oh. I thought He was telling me what I was supposed to do. (Just put out the recycling with – amazingly enough – three bags of paper.)
(applause) Nicely done.
Once I had a dream, actually more of a nightmare, that I was a muffler on a 1957 Chevy. With all the noise, heat, fumes, and vibration, I could barely sleep. I awoke exhausted.
“Baa Baa Black Sheep, three bags full.”
If you liked that, you might also like this dream interpretation.
Also nicely done. 
twicks, you wild woman you!! I’ve got it all figured out - you’ve got the hots for your recycling guy, and you want to give it to him - THREE TIMES!!! :eek: You hussy!!!
Yes, that’s more mundane and pointless than my dream Monday night. In which I dreamed I went to Knit Night and came home with 4 skeins of yarn–one sale yarn for a potential sweater, one premium laceweight, one bargain laceweight(because I bought the premium laceweight), and one so unremarkable as to be forgotten before I woke up.
A couple of weeks ago, I had a dream where I went to the rehearsal dinner for a wedding which had just been canceled.
I once dreamed that Howard Stern died in a car crash. (I didn’t see the accident in the dream, just heard it on TV.)
I often dream that I’m dreaming. Sometimes I dream that I wake up, and sometimes I really wake up, so I have to think about whether I’m really awake. And sometimes, when I’m pondering about about whether I’m really awake, I’m still asleep.
The other day, I took a nap.
No. A nap. Rare, coveted, blissful occasion. Hen’s teeth. Unicorn’s horn. The rarest, most coveted, most beautiful event in the Life of Mommy.
I dreamt of changing diapers and doing laundry. When I awoke, I felt like I’d been robbed of those 45 minutes.
And did you then dream that you ran to your computer to check the Celebrity Death Pool thread to see if it had been reported? I had that dream once.
Last night I dreamed I was riding my bike to visit my sister. I live in Ohio. She lives in Las Vegas. It was a long ride.