I've been dreaming a lot lately. Id to write some of it out, and it won't make sense or have any meaning to anyone.
Ruth, the front office manager of our clinic, her husband had open heart surgery last Thursday (this is real life). I was off work Friday and today... and Im anxious to hear how he is doing, but hesitant to call in (I'm not even checking my emails... this is vacation)...
Saturday night I dreamt he died... but then found out he was in intensive care in another hospital. Nancy (my partner) and I tried finding his room to visit Ruth... first building we went to was an office building for the hospital... I walked in on some meeting, and they told us to try a different building. the next was the right building, but we couldn't find the right wing. Most of the building wasn't even a hospital... it was a tourist center for Hershey's, but it was like the Wonka Factory. FREAKY. That movie really frightens me, but this is the first nightmare I've had of it (that I can recall). We couldn't find the room we were looking for, and none of the employees would help us out... we just kept trying different floors, but the floors were labeled wrong in the elevators... smushy orange spiral escalators went to different floors, everything was exaggerated and brightly colored. I felt claustrophobic... Eventually we did find Ruth's husband's room, and she was there, but we couldn't go in. They had a computer screen outside the room that had a webpage about Ruth's husband... sort of a memorial type page people make when a close friend dies in a car accident.... it had a guestbook... I don't remember much of the content, just that it was white and green and had some midi background music. I don't know, none of this sounds really scary, but... I was freaking out in my dream. I just kept crying and crying... and then I woke up almost in tears. I woke Kyle up, so I wouldn't have to be alone... but before I could say anything to him about why I was upset, I fell back asleep. I dreamt more... I forget what about.
Last night I dreamt my family went to the Renaissance Faire. I wanted to buy something to take home with me... some jeweled window-hanging thing, or a little box, or a crafted metal frog... I realize now I never did get back go buy anything....... typical of me lately, I'm very anxious to buy new clothes for summer, and I shop often... but I just don't buy anything. I looked at shoes and sweaters... there was some vendor who made hand crafted leather shoes and hand-woven sweaters. *Flash* to me trying on a bright blue leather jacket my sister made (my dreams don't often have any order to them... I'm lucky when I can get any sense of a story-line at all). I was shocked to find out my sister had designing/sewing talents, and asked her about the jacket but she wouldn't tell me anything. I wanted one, but she told me I couldn't have one. I told her I'd pay for it. She said it was $50,0000. Somehow the Renaisssance Faire turned into a museum turned into Mike Parrish's home (friend from high school)... somehow tunred into a Gettysburg reenactment. And somehow Bill Clinton was there, with another politician who I didn't know. He wasn't really Billl Clinton... he actually reminded me of Nancy's husband. But in my dream this man was Bill Clinton. I asked if he'd meet me outside for a cigarette in a few minutes. I couldn't find him for a while, and figured someone more important came along. While walking around looking for him (I forgot to specifiy which entrance we'd meet at...), I met back up with my sister and some of her friends at a picnic table. They happened to be her friends from the young republicans meetings she goes to... I told them I was looking for Mr. Clinton... and I got yelled at.. why did I want to associate with a democrat? He's a scumbag, he's only talking to me cause I'm a cute young woman, doesn't that bother me? (I love my sister, and I get along with my family well, but... we're pretty different in a lot of ways, and I'm always "wrong" in my ways, and my sister always makes a point to tell me) Whatever, I thought it was a cool opportunity. So eventually the ex-President came over and said he'd been looking for me. I wish I could remember our conversation. I tried to tell him about my life, working at the Med Center, small-town type stuff. I started going into how I cant understand the president, just one person, can have a handle on all the branches of politics (commerce, foreign affairs, healthcare, welfare....) and he said something about us all lining up shoulder to shoulder on a road... I didn't understand him, but he explained he was speaking figuratively about how we all just need to have a good time. That if we just go with what FEELS right, we're doing the right thing... he called this liberalism.
He was sort of getting in my face about it, and holding me around the waist.... and my sister snapped a picture right as I pulled away, so she could post it on the internet or sell it to paparazzi or something... tell everyone Bill Clinton's trying to make out with a 21 year old. I woke up.
I had no idea where I was when I woke up....
I don't like waking up alone.
Ruth, the front office manager of our clinic, her husband had open heart surgery last Thursday (this is real life). I was off work Friday and today... and Im anxious to hear how he is doing, but hesitant to call in (I'm not even checking my emails... this is vacation)...
Saturday night I dreamt he died... but then found out he was in intensive care in another hospital. Nancy (my partner) and I tried finding his room to visit Ruth... first building we went to was an office building for the hospital... I walked in on some meeting, and they told us to try a different building. the next was the right building, but we couldn't find the right wing. Most of the building wasn't even a hospital... it was a tourist center for Hershey's, but it was like the Wonka Factory. FREAKY. That movie really frightens me, but this is the first nightmare I've had of it (that I can recall). We couldn't find the room we were looking for, and none of the employees would help us out... we just kept trying different floors, but the floors were labeled wrong in the elevators... smushy orange spiral escalators went to different floors, everything was exaggerated and brightly colored. I felt claustrophobic... Eventually we did find Ruth's husband's room, and she was there, but we couldn't go in. They had a computer screen outside the room that had a webpage about Ruth's husband... sort of a memorial type page people make when a close friend dies in a car accident.... it had a guestbook... I don't remember much of the content, just that it was white and green and had some midi background music. I don't know, none of this sounds really scary, but... I was freaking out in my dream. I just kept crying and crying... and then I woke up almost in tears. I woke Kyle up, so I wouldn't have to be alone... but before I could say anything to him about why I was upset, I fell back asleep. I dreamt more... I forget what about.
Last night I dreamt my family went to the Renaissance Faire. I wanted to buy something to take home with me... some jeweled window-hanging thing, or a little box, or a crafted metal frog... I realize now I never did get back go buy anything....... typical of me lately, I'm very anxious to buy new clothes for summer, and I shop often... but I just don't buy anything. I looked at shoes and sweaters... there was some vendor who made hand crafted leather shoes and hand-woven sweaters. *Flash* to me trying on a bright blue leather jacket my sister made (my dreams don't often have any order to them... I'm lucky when I can get any sense of a story-line at all). I was shocked to find out my sister had designing/sewing talents, and asked her about the jacket but she wouldn't tell me anything. I wanted one, but she told me I couldn't have one. I told her I'd pay for it. She said it was $50,0000. Somehow the Renaisssance Faire turned into a museum turned into Mike Parrish's home (friend from high school)... somehow tunred into a Gettysburg reenactment. And somehow Bill Clinton was there, with another politician who I didn't know. He wasn't really Billl Clinton... he actually reminded me of Nancy's husband. But in my dream this man was Bill Clinton. I asked if he'd meet me outside for a cigarette in a few minutes. I couldn't find him for a while, and figured someone more important came along. While walking around looking for him (I forgot to specifiy which entrance we'd meet at...), I met back up with my sister and some of her friends at a picnic table. They happened to be her friends from the young republicans meetings she goes to... I told them I was looking for Mr. Clinton... and I got yelled at.. why did I want to associate with a democrat? He's a scumbag, he's only talking to me cause I'm a cute young woman, doesn't that bother me? (I love my sister, and I get along with my family well, but... we're pretty different in a lot of ways, and I'm always "wrong" in my ways, and my sister always makes a point to tell me) Whatever, I thought it was a cool opportunity. So eventually the ex-President came over and said he'd been looking for me. I wish I could remember our conversation. I tried to tell him about my life, working at the Med Center, small-town type stuff. I started going into how I cant understand the president, just one person, can have a handle on all the branches of politics (commerce, foreign affairs, healthcare, welfare....) and he said something about us all lining up shoulder to shoulder on a road... I didn't understand him, but he explained he was speaking figuratively about how we all just need to have a good time. That if we just go with what FEELS right, we're doing the right thing... he called this liberalism.
He was sort of getting in my face about it, and holding me around the waist.... and my sister snapped a picture right as I pulled away, so she could post it on the internet or sell it to paparazzi or something... tell everyone Bill Clinton's trying to make out with a 21 year old. I woke up.
I had no idea where I was when I woke up....
I don't like waking up alone.
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cyntre13:
you are lucky that you can remember your dreams so well. I used to right mine down, but it is extremely rare that i can remember dreaming at all anymore when i wake up. i was always impressed by their creativity
burnitdown:
Hello, there!