ladynorbert: (wtf)
For the second morning in a row, I had a really long, convaluted, makes-no-sense-by-the-light-of-day dream.

Yesterday's dream, Pastor was unavailable to do the sermon at a memorial service for some local actress, so they for whatever reason had me fill in. There were a lot of animals wandering around the museum/theater where the service was held, including a bear that was swimming in a pond just outside the window, and my speech was more than a little incoherent. "Sometimes we'll say to God, 'Lord, I'm tired, I just want to come home,' and He tells us that 'No, you need to stay there a little longer.' But one day for each of us, His answer is 'Yes, come on home,' and we lay down all our troubles. So it was for [whatever her name was], who I didn't have the pleasure of knowing, but who was clearly well loved, to judge by this beautiful full-color bulletin for the service which is just full of lovely pictures of her." Also, Pastor and his wife actually came to the service after all, saying that he thought he couldn't make it but when their plans got changed, he didn't want to take the job away from me because he knew I was excited about it. Pastor was hysterical when I told him about the dream.

Today's dream, Kevin rented our basement (which I should point out is unfinished and an entirely less-than-delightful place to be) to some couple without telling me. I found out about it because the wife had a tendency to scream during sex, which was annoying the hell out of the neighbors as well as me. They were also flat broke and behind on all their bills, and for some reason their debt collectors were calling us. When Kevin woke me up to say goodbye, I told him, "Don't ever rent the basement to anyone without talking to me first." I'm sure he was more than a little confused.
ladynorbert: (sleepy nerd)
Soooo tired. Only two teenagers showed up to be herded, but Alli brought her big sisters and Kevin had the day off, so between all of us we got the closet in order. Stuff is easier to find, I think, and we took a LOT of cardboard to the recycling center. Dropped in on the in-laws while we were in the neighborhood, but only Kim was home; joined her for an orange soda and an episode of House before grabbing dinner and coming home.

Back hurts, bad knee hurts, head hurts a little. The day got off to a bit of a bad start; I had a vivid, rather horrible nightmare about being trapped in a situation that was just a countdown to death. The polar ice caps had melted, and myself and other survivors were on sort of a small cruise ship, but we knew it was only a matter of time before the electricity and plumbing failed, and we had all accepted that we were going to die. Some were choosing to be returned to their homes to await their fates; others were handling it in different ways that I no longer remember. It was just a really horrible situation and I was so grateful when the alarm went off.

Otherwise, pretty good day. We had a lot of laughs, we got a lot done.

Now off to snooze like the nerd-king.
ladynorbert: (ljfriends)
This was the strangest dream I've had in some time. The only cause of it I can fathom is that I ate my leftover steak not too long before going to bed.

I had joined the design team for Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, one of my favorite shows. (If you don't watch the show, this might not make a lot of sense to you.) For some reason, I wasn't doing any actual designing; the only task I remember being given was to clean out the refrigerator.

Ty Pennington, the hunky host of the show, chewed me out (nicely) for throwing away some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches which were earmarked for the design team. I kept protesting that I hadn't done it. It got so bad that he at one point came up to me with bread, peanut butter, and jelly, so I could remake the sandwiches I had tossed. I burst into tears and repeated my assertions that I hadn't done this, and ran off.

For some reason, my focus in the dream stayed on the design crew rather than on myself, as if I were watching an episode of the show. Shortly after I ran off, a member of the catering crew came to the designers and reported that they had brought them new sandwiches. As it turned out, I hadn't thrown them away -- the caterers did, because the peanut butter used in the sandwiches came from a jar which was part of a batch that was recalled by the manufacturer. So as the dream ended, they were trying to figure out a good way to apologize to me.

Your interpretations welcome; I admit this one's eluding me.

Bad dream.

Jan. 22nd, 2008 09:41 am
ladynorbert: (saywhat)
To dream that you have rotten or decaying teeth, forewarns that your health...is in jeopardy. ~from Dream Moods

I don't know how much I believe that, but this would be about the third time I dreamed that my teeth were coming out. First it was a molar, then one of my upper bicuspids. Then I examined my lower incisors; a baby tooth, inexplicably, had cropped up right in front of one of the permanent teeth. And by baby tooth, that's exactly what I mean -- this thing was TINY. I got that out, but in the process, the incisor cracked in half and broke.

I was hysterical. I could taste the blood, could feel the pain each time a tooth came out. I was frantically trying to reach my dentist but he wasn't in the phone book.

And then the alarm went off, and I realized two things:

1. It was just a dream, and
2. I forgot to go to last night's Fundraising committee meeting.

I doubt they're related, but it's still not a great way to start your day.

Dreams

Jun. 14th, 2007 09:17 am
ladynorbert: (saywhat)
All right, now that I've complained about zombies, let's move on to the chosen topic. I've had some noteworthy dreams lately.

Last week there was a dream in which I got to speak to my grandfather. Unlike the other dreams I've had about my grandparents, this one didn't freak me out. I don't know what we talked about, but I remember hugging him. It was extremely liberating, like it was the closure I'd been seeking.

This morning, by comparison, was very, very different.

While some of you were playing with zombies, I was fighting demons. )

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