I’ve got five minutes left before I can leave work. I have already straightened my desk and taken care of any messages. Now I am just biding time.
I am so very tired. It’s the dreams. I’ve been feeling very much like Jospeh lately with my dreams. On the one hand I’m glad that my vivid, technicolor, odd dreams have come back. One can only dream about getting up, taking a shower, coming to work, filing and answering the phone before it makes you wary of sleep altogether.
So, here are four of my dreams from the past month.
1) The car - Had a dream that somehow I got my perfect car. I walked into the dealership with my list of must-haves, including color and interior and they handed me the key and told me to enjoy.
2) The perfect job - I was talking to someone at a newspaper or magazine, leaning over their cubicle and talking about what I’ve written so far, when the guy just got really excited and told me he wanted to hire me on the spot.
3) The perfect man - All I really remember is that he was wearing a white football jersey, was gorgeous and had a great smile. The minute our eyes met I knew he was mine.
4) The perfect apartment - I moved to this great place and it had everything nearby. There was a great gym on the property, a grocery store, and yet it still looked like a smalltown village. My apartment was huge and airy and the rent was ridiculously low.
After each dream I had trouble finding reality for about 10-20 minutes.
Hmm. Still a couple more minutes - here’s the dream from last night. I was having heart surgery because the veins that lay on my heart had somehow fallen off (yeah, I know they’re arteries, but in my dream they were veins, okay?). The docs led me to believe this was a common occurence so I wasn’t worried, but they had to laporyscopically insert this paddle thing into my chest and flip the veins back where they were supposed to be. I was semi-conscious during the operation and the doc said, “well since I’m already here, I can remove those bags from under your eyes. (I don’t have bags under my eyes, BTW). So I go home and my mother is there and I don’t want her to worry so I don’t tell her I had surgery, but I was really tired so I went to bed and in the middle of the night I had to go to bathroom (NEVER a good thing to dream about, but all was okay this time) . She woke up and I was all doubled over but trying to play it off. My face was all swollen and sore. I made it back to bed but she was hounding me the whole way. I woke up with incredible pressure in my sinuses.
Make of those dreams what you will…..