Flippy - I Rant, You Read
Monday, July 16, 2007
The Most Awesome Dream - Mostly Unremembered
So, we tried to sleep with the little fosters again, and it’s a bit hit & miss with them. Sometimes they’re perfect angels, who jump up on the cat tree next to my side of the bed, and instantly fall fast asleep. And sometimes, that cat tree is like a catapult that launches them (and their nails) into my side or right next to my head, onto my pillow. They really are sweet little guys (and still up for adoption!), but on the nights that they don’t manage to go to sleep well, neither do we. We crane our necks up at the tree (it’s terrific for causing neck pain, if you’re looking for the antidote to a relaxed neck), wondering if they’ve decided to sleep yet...or if they’re planning an assault on us. Last night/this morning, they seemed to settle down really nicely, but we stayed up reading for about five minutes too long, because they seemed to be injected with copious amounts of caffeine just as we wanted to go to sleep. They were RACING up and down the cat tree, RACING across the room chasing each other...under the bed, sometimes over the bed (which means over our bodies usually), and they were just nuts. Then, one would settle down, and we’d sigh with relief, knowing that the other would soon follow, like usual. But no, one would settle down, and then the other would still be crazed, and that kind of “don’t let your foster parents sleep” crime desperately needs a partner. Oh yeah, and then a couple of times they both settled down, and TJ who seems to be a bit hormonal with Bunny, would start biting her neck. It’s hard to be nice and settled when a furry thing is standing over you and biting your neck. I don’t blame her for that. Eventually, Leigh-Ann gave up and took them downstairs to sleep in their cozy bathroom with Missy Mae. Generally, they don’t mind and Carlo still has some occasional pooping on the floor problems (he gets horrible cramps that you can actually see rippling through his teeny little body), so it’s okay when they sleep down there. But, we’d like to have them trained as nice kitties for someone else’s home, where they won’t feel really cozy in the bathroom. Our bathroom downstairs is decked out for the cats - litterbox, two nice beds, food & water, and lots of toys, and Missy Mae as a babysitter. Anyway, it took us a couple of hours to finally get settled to go to sleep, which I think leads to some strange dreams.
If I’d been able to remember my whole dream, it would’ve made a great book about time travel. It had some incredible details about how I was actually doing the time travelling. It also had the requisite amount of gore to be a sci-fi book. I was on some sort of boat, with a bunch of people that I knew, and it was starting to sink (the water wasn’t deep, so that part wasn’t overly icky), and we were all wearing nametags. I think that came from the pictures I saw the other day on the Huffington Post of the media mogul gathering in Sun Valley, Idaho, and all the rich & famous were wearing nametags. It was cute. Anyway, I told people on the boat that I had to go somewhere, and then I kind of disappeared off into the mist, and showed up again at an airport or a mall (I’m not sure which) with my brother and an ex-friend. It kept happening over and over, I’d be talking to people and for some reason, I’d drift off into another time period in my dream life. Most of the things that happened in the dream never happened in my real life.
I had another dream after that that I remember more clearly. I woke up in between dreams and told Leigh-Ann about the first dream, so that’s probably why I remember them both. The second one had me ditching some odd get together with distant relatives. Instead of going where they were, I went to a mall, and in the mall there was an odd side entrance to a lesbian bar that I’d never been to. What a surprise, since I haven’t been to a gay bar in close to twenty years, except for the time I went out with a male friend one night to a quiet bar in the Castro. It didn’t really count, because we could’ve been anywhere. We just went there to talk and hang out together. Anyway, I took a peek inside the bar, but it didn’t seem at all interesting, even though it was packed full of people. Instead, I went to this supposedly secret hidden restaurant around the back, where you had to wait in a long line...and show identification just to get food. But the food was fabulous, and I was sad that I didn’t have it when I woke up. It was Cajun food, and they had some sort of specialty that was like fried lobster strings. I guess you could make it by dropping lobster meat into a deep fryer. In real life, I’d prefer crab, but if someone’s just giving it to me, the lobster will do. That’s all I can think about now, that appetizer that I don’t think even exists. I did a little search and this is maybe the closest thing I can find, “Lazy Lobster Dinner -The meat from a 1 lb. lobster taken out of the shell, sauted in butter or batter-dipped and deep fried with our coleslaw and choice of potato.” Hey Kristine, could you go to BG’s Boat House restaurant in Portsmouth and tell me if this is any good?
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Cool dreams, especially the second one. You should try dreamjournal.net and see how you like it’s format.
Nancy on 07/16 at 06:04 PM -
This morning I woke up dreaming I was having dinner with my favorite niece’s twin, born 10 years after her. Apparently, her mother had saved the sperm/egg combination somehow and tried IVF several times, and this one finally caught on- it was my niece all over again at 15, shy but losing the awkward. I think I was just enjoying her at that age again in my dream.
on 07/17 at 03:21 AM
