As usual, this is something that happened a few days ago. Apparently I need several days to ruminate on things before I blog them. I literally write entire blogs over and over in my head before I ever put... fingers to keyboard... or something... whatever.
I don't usually remember my dreams. But every once in a while, I'll have some ridiculously wonky dream that I can't help but remember it. And when I do remember them, it usually results in my doing something completely weird. Thinking on this one got me wondering if anyone ever told Joseph their dream and had him respond "No, actually that's just crap. I don't think dream interpretation is really the type of help you need." Because I think that's the type of response I'd probably get. Although, if you feel you can legitimately interpret my dream, feel free. I'm putting it out for the world to see (or, at the very least, my two followers).
So the dream was like this... I was sitting on my bedroom floor with some girl. I have no idea who she was, but she was kind of a Sheena which is weird, because I don't generally hang out with punk rockers, although I wouldn't be objected to doing so. She had purple hair. Anyhow, we were sitting on the floor in my bedroom, and all these animals started showing up. Small animals, like mice, at first, then bigger ones, and then a deer. So all these animals are just pouring into my bedroom like it's Noah's Ark or something, and we're discussing how there must be some hole that is allowing animals to come in. And oddly, they weren't coming in the bedroom door, but were just appearing in my bedroom.
Then all the animals were suddenly gone. Don't ask me where they went... I guess they dispersed themselves throughout the other rooms in my house. They didn't show up again in the dream, so maybe they went back where they came from. Then a baby girl showed up, apparently via the same portal the animals had been coming through. I have no idea who she was, except that she was definitely not Maggie. So she crawled over to me and sat down on my lap. I was snuggling her a little, then realized she needed her diaper changed. She had possibly been crawling through the wilderness for days before finding her way into my bedroom, so this made very good sense to me. I asked Sheena to hold the baby for me while I went to Maggie's room to get diaper changing accouterments, but when I went to pick the baby up, she was so hot I could hardly touch her.
Sheena and I both started freaking out, and I ran to get the thermometer while Sheena called 911. The baby's temperature it was 122! Sheena couldn't get through to 911, so I gave her the baby while I tried to call. Her phone was actually a calculator, so it was no wonder she couldn't get through on it. I went to get mine, and while I called, Eric showed up (through the door, not the mystical animal portal). The baby passed out, and Eric suggested holding her upside down. Sure enough, that revived her. I finally conveyed that we needed an ambulance (although I never actually got through to anyone, or made the call at all for that matter), and a few minutes later there was a knock at our door. I ran to get it, assuming it would be EMT's or something, but it was my grandma and she was yelling at me. And then I woke up.
So how jacked up am I?? Well, that's not the worst of it, honestly. I woke up in that wide-awake, in horror kind of state that you wake up in after a nightmare (although what was particularly scary about this dream, I do not know). I started just freaking out. I had to check on the kids because I was sure that the dream meant that one of them was on their literal death-bed. But they were both fine. I checked on Eric, but he was fine. So then I determined that there must actually be a sick baby wandering around our yard. I put on my bathrobe and went outside to find her. Paul and Thecla looked at me like I was a crazy person (which I was/am) as I went traipsing around the yard at 3AM in my bathrobe. While I was looking for her, I started wondering why I didn't think to give that poor baby a cold bath to cool her temperature. So I determined that once I found her, I would do just that. But... Can you believe I never found her?
Finally I came back inside and went to bed. The first sane thing I'd done since waking, I'm sure. But I lay awake for quite a while wondering what the heck that dream meant and what the heck was wrong with me. I never figured out the answer to either question and I did eventually fall asleep. So... decipherable dream or psychotic dreamer? You be the judge...
"Because my brain is a wild jungle full of scary gibberish. 'I'm writing a letter. I can't write a letter. Why can't I write a letter? I'm wearing a green dress. I wish I was wearing my blue dress. My blue dress is at the cleaners'. 'The Germans wore gray, you wore blue.' Casablanca. Casablanca's such a good movie. Casablanca. The White House. Bush. Why don't I drive a hybrid car? I should really drive a hybrid car. I should really take my bicycle to work. Bicycle, unicycle, unitard, hockey puck, rattlesnake monkey monkey underpants.'" ~Lorelai Gilmore
