Tuesday, October 18, 2005

I realize today's lil story is going to sound, er, slightly odd-- but bear with me because I'm nothing if not slightly OFF MY ROCKER. I'm also full of cheer and goodwill.

** One of the above statements is true. One of them is not. YOU GUESS.

My 'slightly odd' statement revolves around some recurring dreams I've had. Recurring for the past three nights. In a row.

It goes something like this:

I'm in a car, then a plane. The transition is very smooth in the way that only dreams could be. Because you and I and Corndog Bullwinkle know it's near impossible for any plane-train-automobile adventure to be referred to as "smooth." "Bearable" - maybe. "Horrific"- more likely. But smooth... how I could only dream. <--- Very bad pun.

This whole time, I'm looking at what I think is a man (faces very blurry, but he/she looks tall and I'm making a generic assumption due to the nature of what I can see in his head) and though the face is super blurry, I can see quite clearly INTO HIS HEAD. Not with super-man like powers, but with the ability that one has to see what cartoon characters are thinking because there are giant white bubbles above their head spilling every single one of their stupid thoughts into the cold uncaring universe. Only there's no stupid white bubble. It's like the bubble is INSIDE his head. Like I took an MRI printout and said "Oh, look, there's a picture of a horse. He must be thinking about horses." But in THIS CASE the man is thinking about a RING.
A sparkly till death do us part RING. After seeing the sparkly ring in his head, I see him flash through mental thought pictures. I see him and another blurry-faced person on a couch together, watching movies. I see them holding a baby above their heads together. I see them sitting on a rocker looking old and decrepit together. Only, ONLY, he's sad about something. At this point in the dream I'm curious about why he's sad so I make myself into a fairy and I fly in his ear.

CUT ME SOME SLACK IT'S A DREAM.

Once I'm a fairy and I've flown in his ear we have some thought-picture conversations. I wish I could tell you what these thought-picture conversations were about, but I can't. It's like I read that part of my dream in a book. "They had thought-picture conversations." But the book doesn't tell you what they were about, only that they had them. Very annoying if you ask me. No idea how THAT author got published. Gah. <---making very Napoleon type sound.
So the next thing I know, I'm looking at some weird body of water. It's very calm, so I'm thinking lake. Though there's a very big beach, so it could be an ocean. Not that lakes don't have beaches, too. But here in Arkie-saw, lakes substitute pretty sandy beaches for mossy, swampy areas that are inhabited by the nation's largest icky amphibians. So them I'm in a house and there's all kinds of people around. Blurry faces, natch. GOD FORBID I GET A DIRECT CLUE. And then I see the airplane blurry guy and he's standing in the middle of a room next to blurry girl and then WHAM! He falls in a big deep pit. A big deep pit that not THREE SECONDS BEFORE was nowhere to be seen. Just swallowed whole. The blurry face people look around and seem to shrug, then go on about their merriment.

Uh. Yeah. Then I wake up.

16 comments:

The Great and Might Os said...

OK, now I am scared.
Mommy......

meghansdiscontent said...

Oh birdie, birdie, birdie.

We could have had a field day with this last night!! Damnit, I'm so much more on my game when I've been tequila-ed up. WHY did you not share this dream?

Not to mention we had Bakey-Bake master of all that is medical in our midst. Between his Psych rotation and my psych minor we could have told you what all this means.

But the buzz is gone now and deciphering this makes my hung over head hurt.

MUCH LOVE

trueborn said...

My dream was about a chipmonk being God the other night and him handing me the secret of the universe. So saying your dream was weird would be like the pot calling the kettle black. Not to long ago I also had a dream of an ancient chinese man that hit me with a cane (I think that one may be related to a beer commercial) anyway I had a synopsis of each on my site to enjoy-

Anonymous said...

What, no boobies?

birdie said...

Good God Man. Have you ever SEEN the boobies? Why do you know so much ABOUT the boobies? Do you have a boobie addiction?

meghansdiscontent said...

How is it that the freaks on your blog are so similar to the freaks that plague us in real life?

Anonymous said...

Have I seen YOUR boobies, well you know the answer to that. Boobies are fun. If you, as a woman, have not harnessed the power of the boobies than you are missing out.

The Great and Might Os said...

Birdieeeeeeee.....where are you? Did boobie-Man scare you off?

birdie said...

So let me clarify... I know whether or not you have seen them? Because there's only a handful or less of people who have actually SEEN then (sans clothing). Though if you want to be picky, you could say EVERYONE sees them- just like everyone sees my hair or my shoe choice or bracelets on a daily basis. So what intrigues me is a) why be anonymous b)have you seen them sans clothing or in daily life c) WHY THE FUCK DO I CARE. I just can't stop myself from being curious I suppose. :)

meghansdiscontent said...

Do us all a favor - ban anonymous comments . .. . I did. Simply because the idiot had NO IDEA WHAT THE FUCK HE WAS TALKING ABOUT.

Speaking of freaks . . . you NEED to read my lastest posting. I swear to God, my life is hell. Oh, and in case you question it, let me assure you - IT REALLY HAPPENED.

Anonymous said...

Have I seen them sans clothing, no I have not. Why be anonymous? Well because of idiots like "megandiscontent". She (or he)should lower their nose about four stories and stop being soooo snooty. (Does the FAA require a beacon light on that nose?) Sounds like that individual is a little to tight. Boobies do not = SEX. Sex is an added bonus but it does not mean sex. How does talking about a natural gift from the higher individual make me a FREAK. You are a woman you have boobies that is how you were created.

meghansdiscontent said...

Hmm . . . maybe the term freak was not for your topic choice (boobies) but more for your inability to face your own comments.

Only cowards hide behind anonymity. If you find nothing wrong with what you're saying, why can't you share who you are? Nothing like backhanded comments from behind someone's back.

The Great and Might Os said...

Ding...ding....ding.... Round over. I have to score Round One: Meghan 10 - Anonymous 8. Anonymous, you have to keep your left up and protect your face.
Let's all play nice. I am sure Birdie has nice breasts (I can't bring myself to say 'boobies'), but there has to be other subjects to discuss. Maybe?

meghansdiscontent said...

Os is my new hero.

Anonymous said...

So "meghandiscontent" if I use Howard does that mean I am Howard. How is Anonymous any different than the name you use? Most here are hiding behind some type of name.

birdie said...

1) If the Anonymous comments had truly bothered me, I would have removed them. Just as I would have removed any comments from any commenter that repeatedly left offensive, degrading or inappropriate comments.
2) Megansdiscontent is my friend in real life and has been for ages and ages and ages. Barring unforseen events, she will remain so for ages and ages and ages. But that doesn't mean that I can't tell her to shut the hell up now and then. I don't think anonymous comments show cowardice, I won't ban anonymous comments and I don't forsee a time when I will have to. DON'T STRESS!!!!! :) :)
3)Anonymous: the comment I left was not supposed to be a Nazi-like inquisition. I'm always curious why someone chooses to be anonymous-- whether it be because they don't have a blogger account, because they don't want me or other readers to read their blog or because they have something to hide. Whatever it is, it doesn't really matter and you're under no obligation to tell me. OBVIOUSLY :) But it doesn't stop me from asking, either.
4) "Howard" is quite right. We're all hiding behind some name. I don't have my real name listed on here because a) I don't want this to pop up if someone should google me b) I don't want family to find it and c) I'm just plain secretive.

So now. This is issue has been put to bed. I hope everyone has a super fabulous day.

*blows kiss