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Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Micro-dreaming

Dream 1. (note: I drive an old beater 1994 gray Lincoln Continental, Phil has been a 2000 Chevy Prizm) So. The dream is, I'm driving my Lincoln. I pull up at my destination, pop the trunk, and get out. Someone is driving by slowly, it's someone I know, and they say, "Wow. How on earth did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Fit Phil's red car in the trunk of your Lincoln?!"

"I don't know, it's what we always do when we have to move the car."


Dream 2. I was not the bartender, but s/he wasn't available. There was a customer sitting at the corner of the bar, I was standing where bar lifts up (where the bartender would enter.) I am shaking a stainless steel martini mixer. I pour the contents into a martini glass and then I slide the glass over to the bald, black man and realize it's Maurice. He gulps it down, asks for another, gulps that one, asks for another and has like five drinks this way. Finally he says (in pure Maurice fashion) "Listen." His one eyebrow is raised, his head is cocked, he's going to give me the what-for. "Is there any reason I can't have my ice IN my ice water?"

Now I'm totally confused. He wants me to stop shaking and pouring his ice water? Seriously? "Well, sure. I suppose. It just really never occurred to me to do it any other way. This is the way I always do it." I start looking around for an appropriate glass and find and over-sized clear plastic beer mug (fashioned to look like a chilled mug, only the kind that you'd get as a souvenir with a t-shirt in it, and it was huge.) The establishment actually used it for a napkin holder. When I looked at it, I looked back at Maurice and he nodded an elitist "yes" with his eyebrow still raised. I dumped the napkins out, washed the Charmin-like residue of napkin fuzz off the rim and inside of the cup, filled it with ice then water and handed it over.

That was it.

Dream 3. We were swimming and cold. We didn't want to sit on the grass, so people figured out that the brick road held heat. I joined three others already sitting on the road and a really tall guy walked behind me. I looked to see who it was and he seemed to be a mixture of people so I can't say for sure who he was. He looked down at me, smiling, and said, "Damn! Those are some nice boobs you got!" And squeezed the one with my Mickey Mouse tattoo. I playfully backhanded him and told him to shut up.

That's it.

5 comments:

Elaina M. Avalos said...

I think I know the guy in that last dream. Haha!!!

Wow, Michelle! You have some very interesting dreams. I can barely remember them when I do have them. And they always, always, always revolve around the same issue. Never do I have dreams as different as yours. The places or people may be different but they're about the same thing.

~michelle pendergrass said...

Isn't the guy in the last dream kind representative of them all? LOL Just Kidding. Or not. LOL

Y'know, on the surface I think maybe my dreams look like they're all about something different, but they're actually only about a handful of topics. I truly believe God uses dreams for instruction (see my Scripture #2 "I will praise the Lord who counsels me--even at night my conscience instructs me")

I'll send you an email to show you how a friend and I "interpret" dreams.

I bet if you try, you'll get the lesson your dream is trying to tell you!

One Mom said...

Interesting dreams - do they ever repeat?

I agree with you that the man in #3is ALL men :) Don't they wish they could do that whenever they pleased!

The other night I dreamed that I was in an auditorium sitting behind some older couples (at least they were older than I was) who were smoking! How rude! So I was fanning the smoke with my progam...but in reality I sat up in bed and fanned the air with the sheets! Woke myself up...and my husband too. Good thing he has a sense of humor...

~michelle pendergrass said...

I used to have recurring dreams, but through the years, I've learned to replace the objects and characters in the dreams with what they represent in waking life. For example, I've learned that if I have a dream about rain or water, it represents my spirituality in some way. There are a few different things that represent my writing. If it's about some emotional conflict I have with my family, my grandmother's house will always be part of the dream.

Try it out see what happens!

heather said...

You know, it's sad. I don't remember my dreams as often as I used to. I awake knowing I dreamt, but it escapes me. I miss remembering them.

So is micro-dreaming like twitter-dreaming?