Your Head on Dreams

Not for the amateur. After a Saturday of walking around another preserve we did our usual crossword puzzle, watched tv, ate dinner, I fell asleep on the couch and went to bed.

This morning I arose at 7 AM, fed the animules, got the paper, turned off the sprinkler. WHAT?!? I turned off the sprinkler. That had been running all night. Why yes. Yes. You ask, why? Are you so environmentally unconscious and irreverent that you would do that?

Apparently so. I had no idea the dang thing was on, so I was immensely surprised to have to go turn it off. It was one of those details we failed to cross reference before falling asleep last night. The koi who have taken up residence on the left side are very appreciative.

After that I went back to sleep, which was just after Mr. Froth awoke, running frantically out to the kitchen asking if I’d turned the sprinkler off. Why yes. Yes, I did. An hour ago. You’re welcome.

The phone rang about 10:30 jacking me out of a most amazing dream.

Somewhere in the dream I was writing theses or reports or articles or posts that were very serious and right. Soothing almost. You know how dreams are-you can visualize what you were doing but trying to wrangle it into something resembling reality is rough at best. The report writing was on the sideline.

Three friends of mine, some who I haven’t seen in a major while, but who regularly inhabit some message boards I’m on and one who I saw fairly recently, had driven to the home of my pastor and his wife. I say my pastor only because his is the church that I most recently attended. More than a year ago. A variety of reasons has stopped me from going to church that I shan’t discourse upon here, but I do remember that in the dream I was a bit wary since I hadn’t been around and there were church folks hanging about. There was also an inside pool and a big screen tv showing the pastor’s daughter’s NCL presentation.

One of the friends had brought her baby-not her real-life baby, just a baby, (Hi Ducks!) and was having to flit about caring for the baby. She went upstairs.

Then, I was down the block in some room with another friend (Hi Pea!) and we were discussing newspaper reports about UFO’s. She mentioned that she had seen things that would make your hair stand up on end and in my dream my hair stood up. I replied that I thought who knows what those lights are hovering about that place in the newspaper. They could be lights, but they could be anything. And then she proceeded to tell me that when she was a child she’d had a ouija board and was trying to clean off a game piece that was in the shape of Jesus. It had gotten smudged or something, when the gorilla piece that also came with the game moved its arm around threatening her.

Well, hello. We moved to the next room where her personal assistant, a Cuban guy who had a pony tail and wore this really cool pink duster, was advising me about her stomach problems. We had been making chili and Pea had put the goop in a too-big pan, so I was scraping and stirring and poured it into a smaller pan wherein it turned into a clear broth. It also spilled a bit and I think this is where I may have been needing to wake up to go pee or something. Don’t worry-I never pee the bed. That’s a good thing since there was a lot of chili in my dream.

Cuban guy said if Pea just ate better her stomach would be okay.  I remember thinking, “Eh, whatever.”

Then, we proceeded back outside to reenter my friend’s house, which happened to be a dressshop with some cool purple draped duds in the window. But, before we could reach it, or I could reach it, I turned around and there was one mf*ing tornado on the horizon, which immediately spawned five more.

I’m thinking “Must go warn peeps!” And then some guys parachuted out of the sky to come help everybody with the tornado stuff. They didn’t even have helmets on.

So, I get back to the house and explain that I need to leave because it’s 5:30 (there was a clock in my dream) and it’s a four-hour drive back to Oklahoma City. Oh. There were kittens in the house, too.

Ducks didn’t want to leave yet and the others were sort of waffling. Another friend of mine with whom I used to work said, “This is just like when K*** had to tell them “Get your own office and a car if you don’t want to leave. I’m going.” K*** hasn’t worked in our office in years. At that point the phone rang and I woke up.

And one wonders why one is pooped in the morning. I didn’t even get a start on the trip.