I finally remembered one from last night
My husband decided to take up chewing tobacco…I told him I would give him sex anytime he wanted if he would not chew.There were other happenings of course but nothing on which I could elaborate
I dream a lot. Sometimes when its a good dream I can make that feeling last all morning. Those are usually described as dreams when I am safe and loved.
Ok, I remember part of one. In the dream I was in charge of three doors. As I open them, a bear on a bicycle emerges from each- a small one, a medium one, and a large one. They are wearing matching tutus. I am embarrassed by the bears, maybe because they aren’t riding their bicycles very well, or maybe because I work for the circus, I’m not sure. I think there was more but that is what I remember.
That I was on a half-terraformed Mars (this is part of a reoccuring series of dreams for me)-there was water now, but no plants or animals yet, had to breathe through a mask. I wished I could see the Earth, and it eventually rose-could see it as if it were much closer than it actually is (clouds and oceans)-utterly glorious. Then I went to see a Fleetwood Mac concert with elderly versions of Stevie and Christine singing (rather well for their age)…
On Monday night I had a weird one and I don’t know what it says about me and I’m a bit disturbed.
I dreamed that Idle Thoughts showed up at my door, from three residences ago, out of the blue wanting to BBQ some burgers. He also had a red kayak with him. He was pretty tall and was wearing a brown suede suit from the 70s. He didn’t look anything like his picture in the doper gallery.
I don’t remember much but I do remember we were out in the driveway and he was at the grill and we were just chit-chatting about something or other.
I get that too once in a while and it is really nice. Most of the time the good feelings last into the afternoon.
I remembered the one I had this morning.
I was kidnapped by terrorists, from Morocco, that was important somehow, and they had me in a little village. The whole village was cooking a big feast. And the terrorist were telling me that the US was trying to steal their spices. So they had kidnapped me to cook for me to show me how great their spices were and to convince the US to stop trying to steal them. They were very friendly terrorists.
I had a strange one last night. My family was about to leave on vacation when I remembered that I hadn’t arranged for anyone to care for our pets. (That’s not the strange part.) I took care of that and then my phone rings. It’s the head of the local DEA department wanting to know why I’m not at work. I had forgotten that I was a full fledged DEA agent and had not arranged for the vacation days from work. There had been an emergency and the DEA was set up at a local church and everyone had to work. boss asked me why I wasn’t at work and I tried to fudge out of with the old “I haven’t looked at my phone yet today” line.
Then I had to decide if I wanted to keep my cool job or go on vacation.
I dreamt I was about town with my 5-yr-old nephew, who was running around like 5-yr-olds do, and some bad guy took offense to this and pulled a gun on him. I shouted “Don’t point that gun at him” and the bad guy whirled around and took aim at me. Well, I didn’t want to get shot either, so I am trying to figure out a way to get my nephew out of danger, not get shot, and deal with the alarm clock which was now sounding in the background. My priorities were clear: I started shouting to my nephew to RUN, interspersed with trying to talk the gunman down. The alarm clock could wait till later.
I finally woke to the point that I realized if I took care of the alarm clock FIRST, the rest of my issues would vanish…
Working out how to escape the child leash the Japanese businessmen had set on me to drag me to some industrial seminar. My secret bathroom ploy was at the top of the list.
While the turtles, in the broad sense, remain committed to the project, they are of course turtles, and do not display any discernible enthusiasm for it.
It was a sleeping dream and referred to a project that I am actually working on. There are no turtles involved. No animals of any kind. There’s really no way for there to be any reptiles of any sort as participants. I did see on the news last night some Galapagos Island tortoises eating Halloween pumpkins, so I may have incorporated that.
Ok, I remember this one very well. I lived in some imaginary dream neighborhood not my own. There were a lot of sidewalks with bushy square hedges and trees. I wanted to catch a spider and put it in a glass terrarium to have as a pet. It wasn’t very hard- there was a great big spiderweb in a tree right down the sidewalk, with a big fat brown spider (exactly like the one that was hanging out on my patio irl) sitting right in it. I had a child-proof pill bottle in my pocket for just this purpose- I reached out and scooped the spider into it, sealing the cap tight. Success!
But I had to go to Las Vegas, like, right away. Next thing I know, I am sitting at a low glass table in a casino. I have a shoebox open in front of me. It contains all of my temporary terrarium supplies (I am worried that the spider will suffocate in the pill bottle, and I can’t put it in the glass terrarium until I get home), plus a bunch of marijuana paraphernalia, including a big bag of weed. Somehow all that just goes in the same box I guess, and somehow I got it through airport security. I have laid out a pipe and lighters and things on the table to get them out of the way to focus on the spider pen. I am busily drilling air holes in the lid of a tupperware leftovers container with a wine corkscrew and getting ready to transfer the spider into it when a casino employee in suit and tie walks up, says, “I’ll be taking that”, reaches into the shoebox, takes the bag of weed and slips it into into his pocket! He is cordial and polite, not aggressive or angry at all in a just-doing-my-job kind of way.
I realize how foolish I have been. Of course pot is not legal in Vegas, what was I thinking? I apologize, ask the guy to hand it back. I am just building a spider terrarium, you see, I won’t smoke any weed in Vegas, promise, it just all goes in the same box and I was in a hurry, see? He doesn’t give it back, and walks off.
Crap. But I have to finish this temporary terrarium. I think the spider is ok but I have to hurry, it will suffocate eventually. I am going to have to get some leafy branches and catch some bugs to put in there, too. I finish drilling the holes in the tupperware lid and am preparing to transfer the spider out of the bottle. I am worried that it is clinging to the lid and will bite me when I open the bottle, so I tamp it down gently on the table to get it off the lid, just in case. Right as I am ready to transfer the spider, the casino employee returns and sits down beside me. He has a sheet of paper he is pointing at with a pen, he begins explaining to me what happens if I win some kind of powerball jackpot- $40-$50k a year, but the taxes of 30% are deferred for the first five years, you gotta watch that or you will get burned. How many years? Why, 30 of course. Wow. But he is annoying me, I haven’t bet on anything at all and he is interrupting the spider transfer with all this.
I suspect he still has my bag of weed in his jacket pocket. I feel like he wasn’t taking my explanation seriously before, and I figure if he just sees the spider he will believe me and give me the weed back. If that fails, I’ll offer him $10. Okay, here goes, I am going to open this pill bottle and transfer the spider into the tupperware right before his eyes to convince him… that’s when I woke up.