I sometimes feel like that, when the boss is away (T is out of town), I seem to slack more on the job. I start kinda leaving things laying around, I am little slow getting a dish in the dishwasher and I avoid the necessary chores until he gets back (such as bathrooms). I guess it is like this in any job. Not that I need to be micro-managed because I don't work well under those conditions either. But I think I am more motivated when T is here and working so hard in his office to also work hard to pull my weight. And here I am blogging in my PJ's watching the clock so that I get to the gym on time. I am meeting up with Amber - a local BFF that I haven't seen or caught up with in a while - at her place for salads and pool! Ahh, tough life! The toughest part? Remembering the raft!
The dream log is still pretty crazy. I had a dream last night (or may have been this morning) that incorporated a couple of my recurring themes. I was at the airport with my Dad, SMom, T and Tay (I think, at one point, my Mama and Papa where there too). I felt like we were running late because we were all kinda rushing around. T was talking to Michelle (Tay's Mom) on one of those sit down phone booths. I guess she wanted to talk to Tay. So Tay got on the phone and I could feel the anxiety that we were running late. Somehow, I ended up going on through security but, before I could, the lady at the security chair wanted my ticket - an ACTUAL ticket, not my boarding pass. I couldn't find what she needed but she said that she could look it up by my luggage tag number (she called it a tracking number).
Dad was going through security with me. We were kinda cutting in line since we didn't need any of the buckets for our stuff. Somehow during this whole process, I had asked my SMom how much time we had before the flight left and she said 20 minutes. Dad and I rushed through and started running down to the gate. I don't know what we thought we could accomplish by getting there before everyone else - but this is a dream!
As we were running down the terminal, there were glass windows all around and you could plainly see out of the far window that we were running towards - a perfectly formed tornado (this is a recurring dream for me...being in a glass structure with tornados around me). We quickly turned around and started running back the other way to get away from the glass windows. You could see to the sides of us other funnel clouds and things being picked up off the ground. We ran even harder. That's when we heard a huge crash and looked in front of us. A fireball was making its way down the hallway so we were trapped. I threw myself on my Dad to protect him and the fire went right over us. I woke up.
It was still dark outside when I woke up so I tried drifting back off to sleep. Usually I can't continue a dream at that point. Once I break it, I can't return to it. But this time I did. Dad, SMom, T, Tay and I were all in the airport. I think Jackson was there too - he definitely was later in the dream. We had found our gate right in time but then I had to go to the bathroom. I was sitting on the toilet and felt like I drifted off to sleep or something. Because all of a sudden I jolted off the seat and realized that a lot of time had passed! I quickly washed my hands (in a very odd sink) and headed back out to the gate. When I exited the bathroom, the airport was almost empty - especially our gate. Dad and SMom had gone on. T and Tay stayed behind waiting for me.
I was completely freaking out and crying that I made us miss the plane. Especially since I didn't know what had happened in the bathroom. T and Tay didn't seem too concerned. We started to walk back out of the airport - I assumed that we were going to find an airport hotel to stay in until we could catch a flight the next day. Somehow we made friends with a family that was standing out there. They were really nice and taught Jackson (see? He turned out to be there too) how to walk on his back legs. Then I woke up.
I keep reading that the hormones and the amp'd up emotions cause pregnant women to have strange, vivid dreams. The thing is, I have ALWAYS had VERY vivid dreams - in color, with distinct smells, etc. And now they are just that much more intense. Several times over the past couple of months I have awoken crying - my pillow wet. Or laughing out loud! Which happened last week! It is pretty bizarre but, with the length of these dreams, I feel like every night is a full feature film.
Wanna interpret my dream from last night?
I guess that's it for the housewife. A quick note on the apple seed blog and maybe I will actually vacuum a little. =P
3 comments:
Maybe you weren't supposed to be on that flight! Dad here...hufffing and puffing from all the running from the twisters. Dreams are funny things that are written tales from your own mind. I think we compose them from our own imagination and i know i often stop in the middle of one to do some needed editing. You had us all together flying to the same destination..that wasn't as it should be so you got us back to an edit with the help of a few twisters. You then went to a relaxing place to ponder the proper order of things and fell asleep in deep thought (which matched reality beings you were deep asleep while composing the whole story)...upon waking (in the dream), you rushed back to T and Tatum..we had departed..we shouldn't have been there in the first place..the correction complete and weery from the hard work of creating, you gave yourself the just reward of not dealing with a long ending but instead simply missing the flight and getting a room so to finish with a good night's sleep! That's my spin on it..now, i hope i don't dream that Twila and i are forever lost in flight until someone dreams us down!!!!L/DAD
Wow Dawna!!! That is SOME dream! I wonder if the twisters represent the chaos you at times feel in life. It has been a rough road along the way, acting as obstacles to your goal. In your dream, you took a break (in the bathroom, but hey, a break nonetheless!). After that break, things fell into place as they were supposed to (as your Dad said), and you wound up being where you were meant to be. The twisters could also represent the conflict you may feel at times. A huge part of you wants to be home in Louisville with your family, but now you are starting one all of your own, so you are seperated from them. In the beginning, it must have been scary to move her to Tucson and leave all you knew behind - but now, through it all, you are really with your soul mate making your life. I know - deep, right? I haven't had a single dream in months.....so dream on, sista! I love your blog btw :) Love, Amber
It sounds like you are far from "Sleeping with the enemy" so I wouldn't sweat it if your cans are not label facing front and your dishtowels aren't hanging at the same length. You probably don't want to hear this but I had crazy dreams with all the girls and hardly any with the boy. Don't know if that has anything to do with it or not but just a thought.
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