Get out of my dreams, get into my car.

Last night I dreamed that a good friend of mine was pregnant, and was having some questionable symptoms. I wanted her to go to see her doctor, but we were at this sort of resort which, while voluntary, you weren't allowed to leave once you signed up, and there were armed guards everywhere to make sure you stayed. I didn't think she could afford to wait the three or four extra days until the thing was over, so we snuck my husband out of the resort so he could tell the symptoms to her doctor. He managed to get a phone call to me saying yes, the doctor did agree that she needed to get to the hospital right away, so we began to plan how to sneak the two of us out.

But my husband was adamant that I bring all of our things with us, since they were not likely to give them back once they found out we had escaped. This was the bulk of the dream--packing box after box of what was entirely my husband's crap, growing more and more worried about how we could ever sneak out with this much stuff, and more and more frustrated at how much stupid stuff he had brought, mostly books and handheld electronics and other gadgets that I had told him he wouldn't have any time to use at this resort.

Oh God, this thread is like a field day. I am so getting off on analyzing y'all.

The only dreams I remember are fucked up nightmares, and that's because I usually wake up after them. I never remember my pleasant dreams clearly. :mad:

I usually have nondescript pleasant dreams, but I've been really really sick all week. I'm on a steady stream of cold pills and codeine cough medicine. Wacked out over the top surreal sex dreams. I kid you not I had group sex on the 50 yard line during half time of the super bowl during one dream last night. :headshake

Last night I had a dream that I had to go to some awards ceremony with a whole heap of people I knew as aquaintances but I couldn't find my suitcase with my clothes in it. I was in a nighty and all I could find was a pair of green stockings. Finally I found my suitcase, but there was no makeup and my hair wasn't done. Then this other group that were supposed to be coming happened to be a bunch of hairdressers who offered to do me up, so off we went. They decided to colour my hair and so on, and all I could think of was that I was going to be so late, but I had my head in the basin with wet hair, so I still couldn't go anyway. At this point I was having a scalp massage but then somehow it became part of the process for the hairdresser to massage my teeth, but he was pressing too hard and it hurt.

Then I woke up with my teeth clenched.

good thing it was only a dream. Unfortunately, I have the very real memory of attending an awards ceremony with 800 people... in my boxer shorts. Silk boxer shorts. Oh, to be able to slap the shit out of my 16 year old self.

i did however wear a nice shirt and tie.

I'll bet you had a few mates with you on that night dressed the same way?

me and one other guy. we still laugh about that one. neither of us can really remember why it seemed like a good idea. It was a big youth conference. We had been up for 3 days straight and were a bit tired and goofy. We went to the mall to get him a tie for the banquet because he forgot his. We went to find one tie. We came back with two new silk mickey mouse ties, two new pairs of silk mickey mouse boxer shorts and a lame brained misconception that we were funny. ah, good times.

Sounds like some of the fellas I knew when I was that age.

Come to think of it, some of them would still consider that sort of thing a good idea...which is probably why they don't get invited to special events. ;)

Unfortunately I find myself at formal events quite frequently these days. I have learned to just go with the flow and follow the stated dress code. Black tie does not mean black tie ONLY. details.

So when are you going to actually post some of this trenchant analysis?

Timeshare sales presentation??

i have the best dreams in between snoozes. I set my alarm for 5:58, and usually roll out of bed at 6:40 or later. my dreams consist largely of trucks backing up, and scenarios where i struggle through crowds and other obstacles in order to push some type of button.

did I say best? I meant fucking annoying.

OK, I had one last night that I can sort of remember. It was actually a Cellar dream.

I was in the Cellar, which was a large room with tables, much like a high school cafeteria. You Dwellars were milling about. There was a card being passed around for signatures. It was a birthday card or some sort of congratulations card for LabRat. When it came to me to sign, I had a light pen, like a laser pointer. The words I wrote on the card were glowing green. It looked awesome. Someone, I think LJ, looked over and nodded his approval. As I passed the card on, I saw that my words were getting dimmer, and you could hardly read them. So I took the card back, and wrote again. This time, the words faded almost immediately. So I think I borrowed a pen from somebody and wrote it in regular ink, just like everyone else.

Analyze that, Flint.