I had this dream. It was a little odd. Please don’t judge me harshly.
So I’m walking down the street in the city. There are giant crayon-drawn buildings on either side. I look down and I’m wearing these giant shoes. Not just big shoes or boots or anything, but really giant shoes. Each one is like the size of a Volkswagen. Not the Touareg, but just the size of a Golf or a Beetle. Both shoes! Each! The worst part was it was a pair of brown wingtips. Maybe just brogues if that kind of shoe is what I think it is, but they were very wingtippy. These would be my Purgatory Shoes. If I went to Purgatory, they’d make me wear wingtip shoes. I really hate wingtip shoes because they are ugly shoes. Even in brown.
But I don’t have time to worry about my giant, ugly brown shoes. A school bus passes me by. And it just chock-full of kids. They’re piling in the back seats. They’re generating steam heat. Pulsating to the back beat. Ay oh, let’s go on with the whole dream thing now. This school bus was passing me by and heading to the lemonade stand. If they got there first, they’d drink up all the lemonade and I wouldn’t get any. So I start walking faster in my giant shoes. And let me tell you, these shoes were made for walking! They weren’t Seven League Boots, but each step was a big one, so I could keep up with the school bus. Then I passed it by.
I got to the lemonade stand first and got a Dixie cup of lemonade for 25¢ when Jackie Chan showed up riding a tape dispenser with after market parts. He starts handing out hippopotamuses he has stashed in his pants pockets. They were Shetland Hippopotamuses and just little, but he had a lot of them. I got one and all the school kids got one each. Jackie Chan had a whole whack of hippopotamuses in his pockets. And he’s just a little guy himself.
Then the man at the back said “Everyone attack” and it turned into a Ballroom Blitz. I didn’t see that coming. And it was my dream.
-Rue.
I’d say it means go easy on the bedtime snacks from now on. That’s what I’d say.
Beats the heck outta my dreams this weekend. Ever have one of those loop dreams where ya keep on doing the same thing over and over??? I gotta put a big publicity release on the wire this morning and my boss axed me to come in early to be already to go sooooo I kept dreamin’ about what I hadda do to set up this morning…over and over and over…
Anyhoo, I’m ready to go, obviously cause I’m here postin on the dope. <tapping finger smiley> I’m ready! Any time now! Hello???
*Now we’re coming up on this really wierd part of my dream
You know, the part where I know how to tapdance
But I can only do it while wearing golf shoes
*
Wow, much, much more weird dream than I had.
I dreamed we were STUCK in a reality tv show. Living with my husbands ex-wife, her husband and all our collective (7) kids.
It was horrible!
Okay, I thought that I knew which movie was being referenced, but then with the last quote I’m way off the scent. Which movie is that? You can do spoiler boxes if you prefer…
Sorry Lissla, you can only get them from Sam’s Club. In a nine-pack oddly enough. Costco only has the less-good Shetland Rhinocerous.
Ew, ick! The Tamarindo Kool-Aid failed the Kid Test Java. And failed it miserably. If the kids aren’t going to drink a Kool-Aid, I sure ain’t gonna. I dumped that and made some raspberry-cherry stuff. That wasn’t too bad.
I’ll have you know I haven’t put hot dogs on my pizza since I was 12 years old welby. And anchovies are just bad. I think. I haven’t actually eaten any, but when they got some for their pizza on Futurama, Leela didn’t like them. And if a one eyed mutant from the sewers doesn’t like a salty little fish, why would I want to eat one, I asks ya.
Speaking of hot dogs, I did have some Pigs Inna Blanket this weekend. Only we were camping, so they were Pigs Inna Sleepingbag. They were better than I expected.
Wow, I thought I was the only one who had strange dreams. Those shoes would be cool if you were going on a long hike, don’t you think? They might climbing a few of those hills a little easier.
Speaking of movies (which some of you did mention), what the heck was up with television programming this weekend? There was absolutely nothing on; nada, zippo, zilch, that could be called good or entertaining. I watched some stupid movie with Patrick Swayze where he’s a truck driver. It had all kinds of “incredible” truck and car crashes. My husband, who really IS a truck driver, couldn’t stand it. According to him, it was all crap.
Anyway, back to dreams. How does the quote go? “…to sleep; perchance to dream!”. I didn’t really dream, because I haven’t really slept. Things have been a little traumatic here at theTaters household. I don’t really want to bring the thread down, so I won’t really go into it. Suffice it to say, a longstanding friendship with a couple has ended, their marriage is breaking up, some painful revelations were made all around. Hubby told me some extremely painful stuff, but we are going to work through our issues. When all is said and done, I am the saddest I can remember feeling in years. The hubby and I are going to be fine; but we’ve lost our best friends (who were more like family), and it’s going to hurt for awhile. There’s really a huge story behind this, with other players besides ourselves, but I don’t think I can go into it right now.
At least I have today off, which gives me another day to grapple with all of this.
I know I haven’t been here in awhile; I’ve just been extremely busy with work and life in general. I’ve missed the MMP…
