Sometimes the dreams that I have do not quite fit under the "cool" category. In fact, most don't fit under the "cool" category. I can only think of one in the last year, and that was the one where I had a very nice makeout session with Simon Cowell. Usually the dreams are just odd. Sometimes downright weird. Occasionally bizarre. Rarely violent. That's why the last few nights' dreams have been so strange, even for me.
I don't know whether to blame it on the cold I'm suffering through or the medicine I'm taking to combat said cold, but something is screwing with my subconscious. I'm like Gozilla in Tokyo, destroying as many people as possible!
Two nights ago I was in a medical center. It's possible that I was a worker because by the end of the dream I was behind the glass partition that separated the patients from the nurses, but I rarely try to assign any logic to my dreams. I don't remember much about the dream, just that at one point Norm from "Cheers" was sitting in one of the waiting chairs and the next minute a co-worker/complete stranger and I were looking around, thankful that the police had stopped the bloodshed and had cleaned up from the killing spree that Norm had suddenly gone on, with or without provocation. I sense that he was tired of waiting, but I'd like to believe that wasn't the only reason.
As we stood there, surveying the damage and trying to get our bearings, we realized that there random shoes and purses scattered throughout what had been the waiting area and one piece of the back office. I thought everyone who'd survived had collected their belongings during the evacuation that I know happened but didn't witness in the dream, and I couldn't imagine where these people had gone. At that instant the co-worker/complete stranger opened up a closet and screamed. I ran over and looked in. There was blood everywhere and bodies were stacked up to the ceiling. Norm had just shoved them in there, I guess.
Normally dreams don't give me a lot of pause when I wake up, but this one had me closing my eyes and saying "don't go back, don't go back."
Last night was slightly less violent perhaps, but more maniacal on my part, I think. The first part of the dream was innocuous. I was at a grocery store, trying to buy cupcakes I think, and I got yelled at because I was walking around in the store with no shoes on. This was not the first time I'd been in that store in my dream though I've never been in that store in real life. And it was not the first time the girl that yelled at me has appeared in my dream though, as of this moment, I've never met her in real life. Watch. Someday I'll be strolling through the Kroger, and there she'll be.
After I left the store, I hurried to my meeting at the top of the Empire State Building. In real life, today, I had a work thing on Millionaire's Row Churchill Downs (where they run the Kentucky Derby), and I happen to think that's much, much cooler, but I suppose I can handle the Empire State Building if I have to. There was nothing extraordinary about the meeting, or the prep for it that I was in, until all of a sudden the bottom of the building just crashed into the ground.
How does a building crash into the ground, you might ask. It didn't so much crash as sink, violently, into the earth, leaving only the top five floors exposed. Everyone who was in the floors below (and that's a lot of floors!) was instantly crushed. Oops.
I wasn't particularly upset about the event. I think, worryingly enough, that I might have known it was going to happen. My only reaction was to say, "It's a good thing we're on the top floor" when the people for my meeting started to arrive. Let it be noted that none of them were really all that concerned either. Not even the priest in full archbishop regalia who stopped by with a lasagna in hand.
Random thoughts:
1. At Churchill Downs this morning there was a giant collector's Mint Julep cup (a new one is designed every year for the Kentucky Derby), complete with swizzle stick and sprig of mint. I wonder how one gets one of those???
2. God bless, Blistex!
3. Happy (belated) Birthday, yesterday, to Oliver Druschke!! In my defense, I didn't know he was born until this morning. :-)
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Those are some messed up dreams... but now I want a cupcake. :P
ReplyDeleteI seem to have lots of dreams where I'm missing clothing, shoes, perhaps, or a shirt, or-- anything. And then my dream self spends a lot of time trying to fix that, even though no one else seems to care.
ReplyDeleteRandom, but I also seem to dream a lot about having to go to the bathroom and being unable to make it in time.