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March 11, 2004
Dream A Little Dream
It was morning and time to get up, get dressed and get everyone ready for school. Kevin and I wanted to just lie back down. The alarm had gone off and he was awake, he just kept sitting on the bed and not getting up and in the shower. I was the same way; droopy and slow moving. When I did finally start to get dressed, I decided that I didn’t like the outfit that I was wearing so I went into another closet and realized that there were clothes in there that I had forgotten about. I was so tired that I only wanted to lay my head down on the floor, but I knew that I had to get up. Just picking my head up was a horrible task. I ended up in jeans and a white t-shirt. There were clothes and toys all over the bedroom floor and I kept thinking: I still need to do Ashley’s hair. It was time for Kevin to leave and I hadn’t even begun to put my make-up on. Running to the bathroom, I told him that I wouldn’t have time to kiss him good-bye: I needed to get dressed. During all of this chaos, I looked across the street at the rental house only to see the man that lives there cutting down all of the bushes in front with a chainsaw. I hurried to the phone to call the owners of the house, but could get no answer. Then it was back to me running late and not being ready to go. I thought to myself, “This will be a cleaning day because there is STUFF everywhere!” The kids were going to be late for school!
Then Kevin woke me up. It totally freaked me out. I laid there for a minute thinking, “Wait. None of that really happened? I’m not halfway dressed or anything?”
I would like to know why I would have a dream like that. I’ll tell you right now. My life is completely the opposite of that dream. Things run pretty smoothly here in the mornings because I prepare the night before by laying clothes out for myself and Ashley and just getting things ready in general. Even Kevin chooses what he will wear each night.
Would any of you out there now like to play Joseph and interpret my dream for me? Why were things so overly chaotic?
Posted by tami at March 11, 2004 8:20 AM
Comments
I'm no Joseph, but I was sure entertained by your dream! ;) I remember one dream I had when I was a kid. My dad used to take me hunting with him sometimes, and we had to get up really early, like 3 or 4am. I dreamed that I got up and got dressed, and even made us breakfast - fried eggs and the whole works. But it never happpened...He came back in the bedroom to get me up, and I was really upset! "But I've BEEN up! I've made us breakfast and...Uh...Ummm...I was dreaming, I guess..."
Posted by: gw at March 12, 2004 2:39 AM
That's exactly how I felt! Plus, it's kind of hard to feel rested when you've been "working" in your dreams! :)
Posted by: Tami at March 12, 2004 7:44 AM
That dream is my reality; oh, except for the chainsaw bit (now Freud would have a field day with that one....mmmm!)
Posted by: lynne at March 13, 2004 9:44 AM