No, it wasn't that I had high-top nikes and diamonds in my teeth and diamonds on my mike. Nor did I wake up feeling like P-diddy. It was a strange dream though and I thought, why not write about it?
Dreams are interesting. I spent nearly an hour the other day in Sam's Club reading this book about dream interpretation. It was mind-bottling. That's when your mind gets all bottled up.....name that movie! Actually if you could name that movie I would be surprised because if there was a second-dumbest-movie-of-all-time cake, it would take it. (Blades of Glory). It was kind of like Napoleon Dynamite on Ice. (You may be thinking, why did have the displeasure of watching this movie? I was stuck on a plane that's why!)
So.... the dream. The part that I remember is really only the conclusion of the dream, the denouement if you will. I was back in Provo and decided to make a surprise visit to see my best friends. For this blog, their names have been removed for, you know, privacy, and they shall now be referred to as, "Marianne, Mashley, and Meramy." I went searching for them and somehow I walked into the apartment below theirs, confused as to why they weren't there and then this kid was like, "um, you're on the first floor, that's why." So I promptly slow-jogged up the stairs and into their apartment to find Marianne and Mashley having a party with a bunch of friends and Meramy nowhere to be found. The best part of this dream is that for some reason, the moment I threw open the door to say "Surprise! I'm back!", my teeth froze together and I couldn't talk and it was excruciatingly painful. I spent the next couple minutes of the dream running around trying to get Marianne or Mashley to get me a drink of water to unfreeze the ice, but they didn't understand what I was saying.
Now for the dream interpretation. I'm going to use my mad skills that I just attained on Saturday at Sam's Club. The reason the dream centered around my three friends and me reuniting with them at their apartment is because I miss them. A lot, a lot. Me getting lost in the apartment below is probably symbolic of some fear that I have of not being able to keep up with their lives now that I'm not there anymore. Them not getting me a drink of water....probably the same idea of having a subconscious fear that they've forgotten about me in all the splendor and excitment of their lives. That is some deep malarky, I know. And the freezing of the teeth? Beats me. If you can scrape the ice off of that frozen windshield.....(ba dun dun shhhh)...be my guest. In fact, be everyone's guest and leave a nice explanatory comment below.
"I'm gonna go take a hot bath or something...I'm getting cold just thinking about all this ice!"
Manne! This is total malarkey! We have not forgotten about you, we meeeeeees you! We can't even walk past ukuleles or Hawaiian prints without getting sad! When I have a functioning laptop again, we need to skype girl!
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p.s. No one will watch Psych with me! I quote it all the time and everyone looks at me like I'm a freak!
Dear Arianne, you are always ruining your laptops.
ReplyDeleteDear Anne, this is very sad! very very sad. especially because I am not at said party. and because it's just sad. I miss you too! and also it is funny picturing you with frozen teeth. and this is a very pensive wall post.
Anne! I am glad I stalked you on facebook tonight because it led to me finding this gem of a blog! Thats okay right? You are just so funny. Seriously YOU ARE SO FUNNY. I wrote that in all caps so that you would understand how strongly I feel about that.
ReplyDeleteI have been having really crazy dreams the last few weeks too. It is disturbing and yet so interesting! A few days ago I had a dream I went to California Pizza kitchen and ordered a hot dog and then asked for a to-go box and the waitresses wouldn't get me one and then they all chased me out of the restaurant with baseball bats. It was crazy real. Don't know what it means though... don't order hot dogs at pizza places? No clue.