I slept like kaka last night. Because my mom will ask “why” I’ll put out there “who knows?” I’m of an age and life station that any number of circumstances can cause sleep disruption, pain, weight gain, etc. I’m not complaining. I’m just sayin’ it be like that.
I stared at the ceiling a while, thinking about work things. Then got up and wrote a document outlining the continuum of care options for foster youth. Because someone asked me? No. Because I’m a giant nerd.
I went back sleep for a couple minutes which after minor disruption as Brian headed out, turned into a couple of hours.
The dreams I had were oddly specific enough it felt like I needed to write them down.
As dreams go, it’s not linear and doesn’t exactly make sense.
I was taking a co worker to her sorta daughter’s bridal shower. At which time I realized my civic window was broken. Again. This time though there were dangerous protruding shards of glass. I spent the entire rest of the dream trying to remember to call Safelite.
The shower was at my parents old home where I grew up in Cottonwood.
In the dining room there were a ton of bags about. A random person was organizing the cupboards. I looked in there with awe as I saw a rows of carefully placed canned goods. My eye was particularly caught by a row of green sauce by La Victoria.
Next the worker and I had to head to the coast for the wedding. There were 2 motorcycle crashes we could see from above that happened right at Whiskeytown, but Whiskeytown had steep peaks around it. I’m 100% not a person to interpret dreams into real life meaning, but in looking at those slimy skeletons, I had to wonder MAYbe I worry about my motorsport boys a bit.
Not sure what happened to the coast, but then I was a an office that I knew to be mine though it’s far nicer than any of our buildings. A former director was there helping carry gifts to the wedding to my car. He erased the white board outside my office that said “8 days left till Easter.” Obviously. The remains of the green dry erase 8 with rabbit ears were still visible as we headed out.
Yadda yadda yadda. I’m at a venue for the wedding but also it’s an open business. Tara and I are sitting together. She tells me I simply MUST try the mango oreo burger from Dam Burger that’s been brought. That’s right,….Mango. OREO!
I look at the burger. It does look appealing. But whomever brought burgers to the wedding only brought 3 and I don’t want to be greedy. Then she shows me who brought them. I’m NOT going to pass up mango oreo burgers brought by star of Army of Darkness, Bruce Campbell.
I start to eat some burger. My dream palate liked it a lot. Then I’m unable to override my compulsion to talk to him. I tell him that I’d considered making a mission a couple years ago of touching his chin, but as I talked it through with co-workers I decided against it. (Sadly, this part is true bwah ha). He understood, and allowed it while Tara took another of many pictures of my shenanigans.
Thankfully, my watched buzzed telling me it was time to move, but not before the judge showed off her new haircut.
Recalling the details is making me giggle. Thanks subconscious for a super random adventure!
Bifocals and Barbells 