Crazy Dreams

Ok.  I’m currently convinced that there are a number of “sandmen” doling out dreams to the sleeping.  AND I think they were going at one-up-man-ship with abandon last night.  For the record these are the ones I remember.

1. Dream begins, I am talking to JD.  I catch sight of myself in the mirror and it really isn’t me.  It’s me if I were significantly shorter, carried my weight differently, and carried a heck of a lot more weight.  It was shocking.  Really shocking.  We have two kids but neither of them are Bean.  In retrospect, I’ve aged but not enough to have kids as old as our kids were so maybe we got started earlier?  We meet up with my parents who don’t seem any older than they are now.  I seem to have made a number of their friends mad and get “asked” to leave a party.  I start walking home, completely bewildered about my life and how it doesn’t match what I remember. I remember the sound of my footsteps on the street.

2.  My great aunt, JD, Bean, and a kid from Bean’s school are at the house.  Everyone is playing around and having fun though the kid from the school is a rambunctious boy and starting to irritate me.  I glance out the window just in time to see a bank of clouds move in the distance with a number of funnels forming.  I’m trying to get everyone, including the dogs into the hall.  No one believes me.  The rain is pouring.  The wind is blowing.  Very scary.

3.  Friend is visiting from California and we and a group of friends are going to a Farmer’s Market.  In theory this is suppose to be a fantastic organic market where you can also buy good seeds and starter plants.  But when we get there it’s a weird, 4 level mall.  We have to put all of our stuff in a locker in the basement.  At some point I think I lose some of my clothes.  I try talking to people about growing plants but they don’t seem to understand what I’m asking.  The rest of the “market” seems more like a flea market; a bunch of stuff I’m not really interested in.  A number of random celebrities show up and start dancing.  I am talking with my friend and am like “I didn’t know they were gay?”  And then I have to rush back to the basement to find my clothes and almost get lost on the way as all the shops are shutting down and locking as I go through them.

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Feel free to pick these apart.  I’m too tired.

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Dream Job?

Saw this today, The British Library is looking for a Wikipedian-in-residence, and commenced drooling all over myself, my keyboard, the random  person walking by. (Gross, I know.  It’s a problem. I’m working on it.)  The point is would I uproot my family to go work at the British Library?

Heck yeah I would!!!! And don’t look at me that way. I’m a LIBRARIAN!  And the British Library is the MOTHER SHIP!