Last night I had a couple of dreams.
The first was practical. I found myself in my Memphis Target. I was in one of my productive moods, not shopping for pleasure but for need (which is always difficult for me at the glorious Tar-je). I went through my list in my head and then I was off, walking with purpose through the aisles to get poster putty, slippers, ibuprofen, milk…
This is my real shopping list. You can’t imagine my disappointment when I woke up and realized I had not, in fact, gotten all of my errands done over night.
The second dream was physical. I thought I was awake lying in my very own bed in my very own room but my feet were on fire. They were enflamed and unbearably itchy from 6 mosquito bites per foot. They felt swollen and hot and I scratched and scratched until the skin was raw, tossing and turning in my bed. I was lost in a feverish, sleepless daze. It was one of those dreams where you don’t realize it’s a dream until you wake up.
I do, however, have 6 mosquito bites per foot. While the quality of the dream was too hyperbolic to have been entirely real--my feet really did feel like they were burning—I don’t doubt that I scratched my feet while I slept.
The final dream was emotional. There was a boy I’d once liked. He was in a place he shouldn’t have been and so seeing him was an unexpected pleasure. I joyfully called out in my surprise to say hello before I could stop to think if it was a good idea. He looked less than happy to see me and offered a half-hearted greeting before wandering away. I was disappointed because besides liking him, we were friends.
Awaking from this dream I felt relief that I knew these actions to be completely untrue of his character, and sadness that I have not and will not see him for a long time.
I’m sort of a sucker for dreams. I love having them, remembering them, trying to guess about them.
But tonight I’m holding out hope for a few less stressful/painful/sad dreams.
I think I’d like to be picnicking on Kaputzinerberg. And to get a pastry at Café Habekuk. And to iceskate in Mozartplatz. {Salzburg} And I’d really like to ride in a hot air balloon since I’ve yet to do that.
What will you do? Where will you go tonight when you dream?
The first was practical. I found myself in my Memphis Target. I was in one of my productive moods, not shopping for pleasure but for need (which is always difficult for me at the glorious Tar-je). I went through my list in my head and then I was off, walking with purpose through the aisles to get poster putty, slippers, ibuprofen, milk…
This is my real shopping list. You can’t imagine my disappointment when I woke up and realized I had not, in fact, gotten all of my errands done over night.
The second dream was physical. I thought I was awake lying in my very own bed in my very own room but my feet were on fire. They were enflamed and unbearably itchy from 6 mosquito bites per foot. They felt swollen and hot and I scratched and scratched until the skin was raw, tossing and turning in my bed. I was lost in a feverish, sleepless daze. It was one of those dreams where you don’t realize it’s a dream until you wake up.
I do, however, have 6 mosquito bites per foot. While the quality of the dream was too hyperbolic to have been entirely real--my feet really did feel like they were burning—I don’t doubt that I scratched my feet while I slept.
The final dream was emotional. There was a boy I’d once liked. He was in a place he shouldn’t have been and so seeing him was an unexpected pleasure. I joyfully called out in my surprise to say hello before I could stop to think if it was a good idea. He looked less than happy to see me and offered a half-hearted greeting before wandering away. I was disappointed because besides liking him, we were friends.
Awaking from this dream I felt relief that I knew these actions to be completely untrue of his character, and sadness that I have not and will not see him for a long time.
I’m sort of a sucker for dreams. I love having them, remembering them, trying to guess about them.
But tonight I’m holding out hope for a few less stressful/painful/sad dreams.
I think I’d like to be picnicking on Kaputzinerberg. And to get a pastry at Café Habekuk. And to iceskate in Mozartplatz. {Salzburg} And I’d really like to ride in a hot air balloon since I’ve yet to do that.
What will you do? Where will you go tonight when you dream?
3 comments:
Oh yes. I love dreams too! I've been forgetting them really fast lately though (since I had a baby)... it's weird/sad. :p
I've only been awake for half an hour, and I ALREADY forgot last night's dreams!
Dreams are wonderful. Mine never make sense. Seriously, it is a running joke in my family whenever I start a story with, "so I had this dream last night..." It's wonderful, haha.
Cute blog. 8)
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