Linger Longer

So, Mateo requested that I hurry up and post something happy cos every time he checked my blog, he'd run into the last post, and shudder. (I'm not that scary in person, I promise.)

I think I'm going to get on my soapbox again today. I don't have any recent fun stories to tell, so I'm going to harp back on one of my favorite topics of discussion: dreams. I have some of the craziest, detailed dreams. It's not necessarily a happy topic, but it's fun! So I'm going to recap a few of my favorites. :)

I once had a dream that Bill Nye the Science Guy was filming a show in my kitchen. He asked for a volunteer from the live audience crowded around my living room (which had conveniently sunk so the kitchen was more of a stage). I was so enthusiastic that I immediately caught his eye and he picked me as his volunteer. I was told to stand on a stool and gaze down the sink. Suddenly, and to my immense dismay, he flicked the disposal on and shoved my head toward it. I scrambled off the stool, ducked out from under his hold, and stomped on his foot. Being 8 or so, I was just big enough to knock him off balance. He fell down the sink and swirled away in the water, screaming "NOOO!!!" I dove off the stage into the safety of my mother's arms. (It was all very dramatic).

When I was younger, I used to have recurring dreams that one of my teeth would suddenly be loose. I would wiggle it around and play with it and all my teeth would fall out and start pouring into my hands. Not a pleasant sensation. Until a couple years ago, I believed everyone always had this dream. Apparently, I was wrong. It's not nearly as common as I thought. I also used to have recurring dreams that I would be stuck in a moving car without an adult and have to steer it all on my own. And multiple times I dreamed that a giant tidal wave would sweep over our backyard while my sister and I were playing in it.

I had a dream once that my youth group and I met this famous runner named Marshall (completely fictional guy, by the way). He was one of the fastest track runners in history, but he couldn't run straight. So we all ran with him in the middle of the desert, as awkward and uncoordinated as we could be.

Any time I ever dreamed about flying, I would be stuck inside, typically in my living room, flapping my arms as hard as I could. I had to keep flapping them or I would fall, but I couldn't go any higher because the ceiling was in the way.

I attempted to keep a dream log once. Rather than type out all of them, I made some notes and assumed they'd trigger memories and I could journal about them later. Well, they didn't trigger memories. But here are some of the notes for your enjoyment:

Evil Oops, German movies, Ms. Holman’s room, Kevin and cookies. House on fire, evil witch, dead goldfish. Mom cheats with Kenny Chesney. Blind sand surfers. Italian family, plot to kill grandkids, sister injured, my deformed toe, Gregory cutting up shower curtains. Musical hippies, Lola. Hell-swamp, four kids. Daddy Czar.

If you can make sense of any of that...then you're one step ahead of me.