I had one of those dreams last night. You know the kind: you wake up, aren't sure of who you are, where you are or if what you spent the last however many hours living was real. I mean, you know it wasn't REAL because who hops onto the back of a nearly broken scooter with someone and then drives INTO a thunderstorm at five miles an hour as the climax of a scene? Right. No one. But it still takes you a few minutes to wrap your head around all that happened and orient yourself to your surroundings. Then, only then, do you start the inevitable descent into, "yeah, but what did it mean" thinking.
So. I'm sitting here, going through my draft folder trying to blog and my mind keeps replaying that dream. It was detailed and elaborate and just...well, grand. It was a grand dream. Maybe I should write it down and try to sell it. Isn't that how all the New York Best Selling writers are doing it these days?
But who was driving the scooter? Was it a Vespa or a Razor? I mean you didn't have to stand and push with your foot did you? Was it a lightening storm or was it raining? Most importantly, what were you wearing? Did you have on heels or flats? Do tell.
ReplyDeleteMan you crack me up. I wish I could magically come to San Diego for a girl's afternoon!
ReplyDeleteThe scooter was Vespa-ish, but very old and didn't look as though it would work. It was a dark, ominous lightning / thunder / rainstorm. I'm pretty sure I was wearing a pj set in red (shorts and a tshirt). Not ugly, but certainly not appropriate. Well, kinda appropriate since I was sleeping prior to this. I don't remember shoes. Probably rubber flip flops (sorry...I couldn't resist!).
Well since it is raining the rubber flip-flops are acceptable.
ReplyDeleteUmm, who was driving? I hope it was a guy with longish curly hair. Oh wait this is your dream.
Ah, that's right. Water = rubber flip flops. I'm good!
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And longish curly hair. Huh. Maybe we should hear more about YOUR dreams!
You should definitely write it all down. And illustrate it. And then publish it right here for our own enjoyment and amusement.
ReplyDeleteHa! I think you've tapped into what I really would NEVER publish...drawings I did. They, um, wouldn't be good.
ReplyDeleteFor dream illustrations, you really only need an elementary grasp of the stick figure. Have you learned nothing from reading my blog?
ReplyDeleteWV: perrear--how some establishments charge admission. "That will be $20 perrear."
Your stick figures are freaking PICASSOs compared to what I could do. Sammy asked me to draw him a zebra yesterday. It came out looking like a fraggle somehow...
ReplyDeleteDiane, I want you to know that I went to Old Navy this morning fully intent on buying a new pair of my favorite flip flops and bought a cute little gathered-sleeve t-shirt instead. I'm certain this would not have happened had Tawnya not sent me to your blog yesterday. You are like a fashion hypnotist!!
ReplyDeleteT-Fraggles are AWESOME
Not when your son wants a zebra...
ReplyDeleteMaybe that should be the opening to your book ;)
ReplyDeleteSpeaking of dreams, the other night I dreamed that you were living incognito. You were really a famous, red-headed singer. You were great :)
ReplyDeleteJackie! That makes me laugh so hard. You've sat by me at church before. You know that's not true! How funny.
ReplyDeleteThose kind of dreams freak me out. Because they're usually either nightmares or about something I would never want to have happen in real life (because it's so embarrassing).
ReplyDeleteHow awesome it would be if it was a dream you didn't want to have end!
I was thinking there should be a community website where people could record their dreams. Online group dream journal. I actually thought about making one, but then I figured it'd attract all kinds of crazy people.
Oh, so many crazies!
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