I had weird dreams last night. Not exactly nightmares but weird, confusing dreams, and I had really hard time waking up. When I finally managed to claw my eyes open well past my usual 7:00 am, I lay in bed for a little bit, trying to get my bearings on reality. Part of the dream was the kids being small again and going to this weird school… There were problems with school. We were living in some town with vaguely European narrow streets, the kind that would only allow one car to pass, and they were partially paved and partially made of wood. They curved and along the left side there were tall buildings and along the right side there was the sea, but there was no way to get to the beach. And then somehow the sequel to Skyrim was involved, and it was prehistoric, which sounded great, but it really sucked.
I am very glad to be where I am now, but it took me about half an hour to shake it off today. My poor husband got concerned.
Gordon: Do you want tea?
Me: No, thank you.
Ten minutes later.
Gordon: Do you want tea? I’ll make it for you.
I made some tea and I feel semi human now.
I have work to do today and I need to start my engines. Right now I am sort of chugging forward in slow mo.
At least the house appraisal came in at the right price. How is your Friday going?
I hate dreams that leave “dream hangovers.” They’re not exactly nightmares but they’re really hard to get rid of.
“Dream hangovers”, I love that phrase. It fits so perfectly.
Jenna L says
That is exactly the right term! I get them all the time and it takes several mugs of hot tea and some serious application of intentional zen for about half an hour to shake. Lucid dreams can be fun, but they can also seriously mess up the flow of your morning. I think I would rather have an ACTUAL hangover instead, honestly.
I agree wholeheartedly Jenna! I have not had a drink in 10 years but would still take the actual hangover.
I’ve got non functioning computers and a schedule that doesn’t have enough people to cover what needs covering.
I want to sit down and finish Scythe by Neil Shusterman.
Still life is good and I shouldn’t whine.
Your dream sounds like the bones of a fun story.
Yesterday I moved back to the UK after living in China for 6 years. ….Feels very strange.
When I was 9 I had to move back to the states from living on an air base for most of my life to that point. I still remember how strange it was.
We have to go back to the U.S. after being in Japan for 6 years. I am soo nervous.
Barbara erwin says
Good news about the house appraisal. And I’ve had dreams that hung over and haunted me. I still remember one dream – mysterious, foggy, forest – that I dreamed periodically for weeks. And that’s been twenty years ago. Maybe your dream or pieces of it will show up in a story somewhere.
I’ve been haunted by a fallen chocolate tree that I dreamed about sometime during hurricane Irma.
You two are lucky. The one that stuck with me started shortly after moving back to the states. I dreamed I was being eaten alive by a giant clam.
I want to turn that into jokes about oysters and pearls, but that just isn’t going to work, is it?
Laura Register says
Aches and pains from a fall earlier in the week, a suspiciously missing wallet and money stress. Other than that, I’m doing good. The only dream image I remember from last night was looking through a bag and pulling out a massive jumble of ear buds.
Mary Beth says
Was up most of the night messaging my niece in Napa. She’s stayed behind with her hubby, two dogs and two cats, while most of her neighborhood left. She’s having a hard time getting out. We signed off around 2am.
When I can’t sleep, I putter around downstairs. I’d just sat down on the couch to read when something fell down the stairs and crashed. We have no pets, and I knew hubby was sound asleep. We have weird crap happen here all the time, so I got up and muttered that I was in no mood to smudge the whole place, you guys better behave….
Hubby bought me a foot tall T-Rex skeleton for Halloween (Our anniversary) and he picked up a vulture skeleton for his office. The T-rex had fallen on his face in the kitchen, and the vulture (which I put on its back and weighed down near hubby’s phone so he wouldn’t forget it this morning) fell down the stairs, and was on its feet with his head cocked to one side, staring down the hallway at the T-rex in the kitchen.
I grabbed the vulture, marched to the kitchen, made them kiss and put the vulture in the laundry room. Sleep deprivation…it makes us do odd things, doesn’t it?
Hope the day goes better than the morning.
Hope she stays safe and that today they get some more contained before the winds shift again.
Dream hangovers are sucky. The worst are when you wake up and your pissed at your spouse for something they did in a dream.
This one sounds like it at least had some cool parts?
It’s been a rough one here. I’ve got a two year old who rolled out of bed and bonked her head on her sound machine at 1:30am. Took a while to calm her down and then it was another hour of her pointing at nothing and saying “shark! Oh no!” or chasing the poor cat and cornering her. Of course the dog whined through all this. So that was my night.
Trying to rally for the last push on this book. Dreams like that seem to leave thumbprint impressions in the warmed wax of reality. It takes time (and tea, or in my case, coffee and usually conversation with a human being) to wear down the ridges and whirls. Good luck today! You can do it!
We haven’t talked in forever. 🙂
Pat Sciarini says
Working from home for a change. Much better than from a hotel. Nice to look out and see fall colors. Enjoying the quiet.
First, yeah for the house appraisal.
The dream hangover. I bet it was your inner Ilona planting an idea for a future story. It really wants to be written, so it hung around a while. When you have time (hah!), you might jot down the particulars. It may keep the dream from coming back to haunt you.
I enjoy almost-but-not-quite nightmares. They tend to bring me to fantastical places and put me in dangerous or exciting situations that I manage to get out of with my skin in tact. They are tough to get away from when you wake, though.
This Friday is pretty good, so far! I haven’t seen my horse in a few days, so I get to go do that at lunch, and a few more pieces have fallen into place for moving him to a stable closer to home next month, which is really exciting. Also I am primed and ready to head out to the last dog show of the year, and it’s only 3 hours away which is SO NICE! Usually we’re driving 8.5-9.5 hours to these things which means multiple days on the road and needing to take time off from work. In fact, it’s so close I have family coming to see me and the pup compete in agility, conformation, and racing! And the weather’s nice and sunny. Chilly, but sunny 😀
Overall a good entry to a wonderful weekend full of adventure! (once I get out of work, that is!)
Good Luck with the show!
Shannon from Florida says
Please please please DO NOT spend too much time on the news right now. It will not help. Cooling off here (upper 80’s) so I am getting the garden ready for fall planting’s.
Where do you live??? Here in Boise, I think we got up to a balmy 45, MAYBE 50.
Patricia Schlorke says
In North Texas Friday we were in the 90’s (broke a record); yesterday we were in the low 90’s; and today, finally, we will be in the low 70’s. 20 degree drop is hard on the body.
Lynn Latimer says
It’s the molds frying you brain. They are wicked right now in our part of Texas.
I commute to Chicago by train. I get off at the end of the line, so I sleep for almost the whole trip. I once had a dream on the train that I was sleeping on the train, dreaming that I was sleeping on the train, dreaming that I was sleeping on the train. I had to wake up 3 times. It was very, very weird. It took a bit of time to figure out where I was. Meanwhile, the conductor is walking through yelling, “Ok people, time to wake up, everybody’s got to go to work!”
Ah yes, commuter dreams! I remember those…yuck. Worse if you drool, too. But that was a wicked cool one—-the same dream but layered like an onion or a carnival funhouse mirrored room.
Karen the Griffmom says
Diverticulitis flare. Bought fresh pulled pork and brisket sandwiches and sweet corn from the local BBQ guy and can’t have any. Pureed beef stew looks ugly.
So sorry to hear about your flare! I suffer from this (and Chrohn’s) so I can sympathize! All that yummy food, but none for you!☹️ One of the worst things for me has been the no corn (or popcorn) restriction. I don’t really know why that is as I was never a really big corn enthusiast or anything. Guess it just has something to do with now that I can’t have it I want it more! Strange, huh? Well, hope your flare settles down soon!!
Patricia Schlorke says
Glad to hear about the house appraisal. 🙂
My Friday? My department gets to work from home (yay!) so I’ve been up since 5:15 am getting ready to start work before 6 am. Leaving in about 15 minutes to have a nice afternoon with a friend who wants to see my place and have lunch.
I’ve had dreams like that. I would wake up, blink a few times, stare at the ceiling wondering “where am I?”, then remember I’m in my bed, then get up if it’s morning or fall back to sleep if it’s the middle of the night.
Friday has been and gone where I am (Just an ordinary Friday with ordinary work). With a beautiful sunny Saturday now I’m suffering through some housework (bleah) and looking forward to a ride along one of our local cycleways (yay)…
Glad to hear the house appraisal has come through ok for you!
Yea on the appraisal news!
Friday is going ok. Decided to walk myself and my restless German Shorthaired Pointer in spite of very poor air quality from the NorCal fires. (To all first responders, a blessing upon your head!) Just finished “Hero of the Empire” by Candice Millard; a Churchill biography focused on his time during the Boer War. Recommended!
Happy and safe weekend to all. Keep a good thought for our firefighters and all those affected. I’ll happily suffer the smoke if it means the winds don’t make things worse in the fire zones!
Patricia Schlorke says
Stay safe out there. Take care of your lungs if you go outside.
Thanks! Hoping my masks arrive today from Amazon. Everyone is sold out…
The Other Margaret says
Bought the book. Haven’t started it yet. Nice to say hello to someone who has read the book.
Her research was clearly tremendous. There is so much detail, especially in the battlefield scenes. Not gory though; and a truly amazing tale. Churchill must have been an extraordinary man.
I usually get like that if I’ve taken Nyquil or something the night before and can’t quite wake up. I woke up to a dog poo explosion this morning. One dog couldn’t hold it and the other, senile dog decided she needed to walk through it again and again throughout the living room and kitchen. Spent the morning cleaning the carpet before work. I am definitely awake.
Dawn Page says
I hate semi-nightmares. I am still haunted by the dreams I had when I was in the rehab post-stroke. I had very vivid, nonsensical dreams. They are still stored in the “useless file” in my brain. I would wake up in the hospital, crying, asking for Bucky, making sure with the patient, long-suffering nurses that he knew where I was, and that I was where he wanted me to be. ‘Cause I sure as hell did not want to be there.
I’m happy for you about your house appraisal, and I hope this moves you further along on your journey to Chateau l’andrews.
Honestly it needs to be 5pm right now. I’m so over the drama at my new job and all the new things that come with learning a new job.
What’s worse are the dreams where you know you’re dreaming and KNOW you have to get up, but you just can’t WAKE UP! I do that with the radio alarm blaring. I just incorporate the music into the dream. ??♀️
Good news about the house appraisal! I get weird dreams too, sometimes I feel like I dream in fantasy stories. But I always forget about them a few minutes after waking up. It’s a lazy and rainy Friday night here in Manila, and I just stayed in. Looking forward to tomorrow because I get to attend a bookish event.? Hope you have a good weekend ahead!
Fridays are my Mondays so they are never stellar, well unless they come with innkeeper. Moved to Idaho recently and I gotta tell you guys….it’s FULL of assholes. I miss Oregon.
I’m in that in-between state of being ahead enough of the big deadline on this paper that I might be able to have a friend give it another quick go over before I hand it in… but still behind where I wanted to be right now. New migraine regime is mostly working, though still, this titanium plate in my neck really puts a damper on what is otherwise work I really am excited about.
On the other hand, the weather has finally cooled, and the trees are turning. The neighborhood is planning Halloween (which is serious business – we usually see several hundred trick ‘er treaters.)
Anyone have ideas for interesting treats? A few years back I handed out glow bracelets/wands, but after the second year other neighbors started also doing it, and it’s only fun if it’s unusual and not cutting too much into people’s candy stash.
Pencil wands in Hogwart colors? I saw that in a blog recently. Tikkido.com for trunk or treat. She has some interesting ideas.
Oh, I like that! Have to check it for feasibility, time/money wise.
Tina R. says
I dream of odd things, like a group of 1920’s Al Capone-type gang members, but they are all children. Or having life-changing conversations on a beach sitting on metal bleachers (like you find at little league games).
The worst are not the dreams, but the mini night terrors. The ones where I think somebody is in my room so I either wakeup and freeze with a rabbit’s heartbeat, or go from sleeping to standing next to my bed in 0.1 seconds flat. ?
I used to have a recurring dream as a child of my father turning into some kind of evil, harry wild monkey. I guess kind of like a werewolf curse except I can’t remember if the full moon was involved. I have no idea why. My father is a loving, kind, gentle person and I didn’t fear him in real life and he never tried to hurt me in any way so no idea why that kept popping up on the occasion. I’d wake up with a feeling “OMG thank god my father isn’t a monkey!” Brains are weird.
Judith Post says
I feel for you. Been there, done that. Not pleasant. My Friday’s going lots better than yours. Hope the day gets better for you, too.
When I finally was able to fall asleep last night I had a one of those seminightmare dreams too. And it came back only slightly different than before Everytime I had to get up to let the dogs out. My females are older and one has kidney failure, thyroid problems and slight brain damage do to Prednisone she was prescribed years ago so she usually has to out multiple times and not all are even to potty. Sometimes she just goes out and stares at nothing particular. Then you have to go bring her back in. So last night I dreamed I was at the police station/city hall building where my father is the chief and there were dogs there. The dream building was nothing like the actual building and I was there for some event. I ended up being the dog babysitter for dogs that I don’t know before my dogs somehow got there too. The dogs and I were in a separate room from the event in which the walls and floor was red brick and gray grout with big glass windows and doors with black metal trim that opened to a walled bricked courtyard. There was a drain in the floor of the room and I remember thinking that at least clean up would be easier. At one point in dreams there was an empty large white plastic tub about 3 feet by 2 feet and 1 foot tall that looked like a supersized dishwashing tub in the room. When my back was turned some dog peed in it. A dog that had the bladder capacity of an elephant so it filed the tub halfway. Before I could even walk to the tub to drag it somewhere to dump the pee a West Highland White Terrier puppy jumped in to lounge like it was a swimming pool. Then another dream “episode” I had to groom two puppies in secret for some reason while still watching all the others. The nails on the dogs were horribly overgrown, deformed and were getting progressively worse each nail. A foot long on some. At one point early this morning I let my real dogs out. I sat down to wait and fell asleep. In my dream my dogs stood in the center of the dog sitting room barking and couldn’t be consoled. My mother woke me up because I was loudly telling both sets of dogs to stop in my sleep while the real dogs barked at me through the backdoor glass.
Achey elbow (metal one), and a sense of wanting to just stay in bed for the rest of the day.
Memorable dreams, an Earth goddess turning vampire to survive, a justice goddess who tracks wrong-doers via migraine, Medusa’s sister converted to Christianity and living as a nun. Looks like
I need to make notes, because these are all stories that interest me, so it looks like I might be the one writing them.
Ummm – these do sound very interesting especially the justice goddess!
Her i’ve been dreaming of for 15+ years. I recently figured out that she uses biofeedback techniques for pain management since drugs don’t work on her.
This morning, I woke up grumpy and upset with my husband for something that happened in a dream, even though I *knew* it happened in a dream.
Ange in Australia says
Ha! My husband hates it when I dream like that! Poor man. I tell him I know it wasn’t real, but it is hard to shake it off.
My parents had the opposite problem. My dad would dream of a conversation between them and then demand my mom explain what she meant.
And mom was “?”
Ms. Kim says
Well, you’re worried how your kids will do in school, but you think you should only feel that way about little kids, your stressed about moving to a new location and putting that into context of when you were little and you want to move to Florida and the beach but you’re blocked for now.
Loved everyone’s comments on this! Dream hangovers (very accurate description) and recurring dreams are always weird. I have suffered from both.
Since people seem to have more than just weird dreams going I would – It is Friday the 13th so it’s okay for weird to happen today. This means the weird won’t carry over.
I don’t often comment on other people’s replies just add my two cents worth but today there were so many interesting things shared I am actually going to do one mass reply:
Cassia I don’t think I could imagine a bigger culture shock than this. I hope you enjoyed your time in China and it was your choice to return to the UK.
Laura I hope you are feeling better. Maybe the ear buds means you want to block out the world to de-stress. I understand this completely!
Mary Beth I hope you niece and all those who have been in the path of Mother Nature’s wrath are safe or at least getting safer.
Jessica I hope the baby is okay.
Karen may your diverticulitis be short-lived. Buying a treat and then not feeling up to eating it is a bummer. Maybe give to a friend and then when you feel better they can return the favour.
Tina R your dream sounds like the movie Bugsy Malone which starred very young Scott Baio and Jodie Foster.
Amelie all I can say is yeah – brains are weird.
Tylikcat if the chocolate tree has fallen over does this mean we can eat it? Please share with the rest of the BDH! (LOL)
I hope your migraine regime continues to work. I suffer weather-related migraines and they mess with your life. I have never heard of a plate in someone’s neck. Do you mind if I ask what it is for? If uncomfortable to answer I understand.
As for cool or different Halloween treats have you considered Wendy’s/ MacDonald coupons? I can just hear kids saying “But Mom we gotta go to McD’s I need to use my coupon!!” Not sure how expensive these are, so it may depend on how many kids you get. Cheaper options could be temporary tattoos, crazy straws or plastic Halloween critters/rings. Speaking as a Mom of two – pencils, erasers, stampers or mini-playdoh were never a big hit. Truth be told one of their favourite treats was cans of pop.
Also a huge thank you to the AuthorLords and the BDH for getting me through my own share of crappy days, weeks, months and one really lousy year! Stay safe and stay happy.
Maybe I should have said cacao tree? Back up – about 25-50% of my dreams are framed as ride alongs in other people’s lives. Most, honestly, aren’t all that interesting – I see out of their eyes, I know what they think and feel, but I’m not making any decisions, even if I want to. No backstory, either. Not necessarily anything momentous. (I’m not attributing this to anything in particular. I’ve gotten some great recipes and a few practical skills from this sort of thing, though – my imagination is awesome, just, way into verisimilitude?)
So, I was hanging out in a dim but super neat dining room. I’m guessing by candle or lamp light, but again, no backstory or convenient house tour. I think my viewpoint guy (I think it was a man) had just finished with the dishes a bit ago, and then sat around doing absolutely nothing but listening to the weather – because the weather was busy sucking. Eventually, things were letting up a little, and he decided to go next door and check on his neighbor. (From what I saw, his house, and hers, were solid, I can’t say how large.) So he headed out into the dark and wet… to find that the chocolate tree, which his neighbor had planted and adored between their two houses, had blown down.
He was struggling with a wet, blown over tree, that was in the way and a problem for him… and at the same time, he was really sad, because his neighbor really loved this tree, and it was wrecked now. (I don’t know the backstory – he was just really sad – and I was sad too, partially because I was in his head, and partially because it was a beautiful tree!) But here there was a bit of a difference of viewpoints, because I’m a biologist, and somewhere in this I saw and felt some of the chocolate pods, and started flipping out – because I’ve had dried nibs, and seen dried pods, but I’ve never held a fresh pod before, and I was fascinated, and I wanted to sit there and look and and hold them more. And of course, the guy heard none of this, and kept pushing his way through the downed tree. I don’t know what his relationship with his neighbor was – he cared about her, he cared about the tree, and there was probably a lot of history there. But also, the feel of those chocolate pods, in the rain, and the dark… (And the wet branches, and the leaves.)
So, in the long run, I’m going to have to make a call that this means less chocolate. At least in terms of the dream.
The titanium plate is from spine surgery from a few years back, from a car accident a couple of years before that – c5/c6 fusion. (There’s a kind of ridiculous history here, but this post is already long.) Technically, the surgery went great, I was doing yoga with my sister a couple of days later… but my body hates having a piece of metal in near the spinal nerve roots. So, now I get migraines. Also, I assume that’s why my immune system got its knickers in a twist, and now I have a bunch of food allergies – they all developed after the surgery, and many are quite severe. It’s mostly well managed, but I’m trying to get scientific papers out. (Also, my spine doc, who, in his defense, is a good friend, smirks at me and says that I am physiologically anomalous which Oh thanks that helps. Though not so much about the migraines, which are fairly normal. I aspire to find someone to take the plate out, but there are good reasons why that’s going to be hard.)
This dream pattern is very interesting. I’ve not heard of it before. Sometimes dreams are very literal and sometimes they are flip flopped from reality. So, these make me wonder if you are very empathetic, or the opposite. Your sympathy with the neighbor was kinda warring with your scientific desire to explore. Perhaps you feel the need in life to look very objectively at things when it’s your nature to do the opposite. Or perhaps you worry about that. Or not. You could also feel more of a passive observer in your life, not making the decisions, or perhaps you feel like you make all the decisions and would rather be passive. Or not. Totally interesting dream viewpoint.
Huh. I have a friendly acquaintance who is a sleep researcher, but I don’t know much about dreams. Apparently I test out as both very high empathy and very high systematizing though I’m not sold on the validity of the tests. I’ve always been interested not only in other people’s lives, but in how they experience their lives, which might be part of it. But for most of those dreams, I’m really pretty deeply sunk into the other person’s worldview – I think I get pulled into a more lucid state by greater emotional intensity, and if there’s something going on that bothers me. (Nngh. I know people practice lucid dreaming, but mostly, I just practice sleeping.) It’s no more or less restful than, oh, dreaming of starships or vampires (last night was vampires, seriously) and definitely more restful than one of the laden symbolic dreams.
Saying “I’m a biologist,” is kind of a cop-out. I’ve only officially been a biologist for a few years now (well, nine) and I’m on schedule to transfer over to MechE next year. (My background is beyond fucked. But with increasing degrees of officialdom.) But I started learning all the local wild edible and medicinal plants when I was like, eight. My host… to him there was a lot of memory and grief (I think) caught up in those cacao pods. To me they were magical. It was a weirdly non-verbal dream – often there’s an internal monologue I get to listen in on, which is helpful. This time, I got some conceptual stuff, but not any detail. I wonder if we didn’t share a language? (150 years of our family being bilingual, and mom decides we don’t need to know Spanish. Thanks, really.)
Ha. I called the empathy right. 🙂 When I was in my early 20s I had a coworker who would tell me her dreams and I would try to interpret them. She called me for years asking what I thought of them. At the time I had read a little of Freud’s dream interpretation. I still find the idea of your dreams fascinating. It sort of like your head is trying to balance out or integrate your high empathy with the high technical interest. If it was me, the next time I was in the dream I think I’d try to manipulate it. 🙂 Like notice that I’m doing a “ride along” and either take one physical step back and see if I can be a separate entity in the dream, or sink deeper into the dream person and hush the separate voice. 🙂 Or not. LOL.
My Friday morning involved having a procedure at the gyno’s verifying I do indeed have polyps so I’m freaking sore, stressed and cursing female anatomy. Last night’s dream involved being cold and being unable to find my covers and dog.
Ange in Australia says
Ugh, I hate dream hangovers too. I suspect yours had to do with the stress and change of buying and moving house, and moving tosomewhere away from your girls, albeit close by.
It is now Saturday morning here in Australia. My Friday was reasonably suck worthy. Our beloved cat, Deano, managed to injure himself this week.
On Wednesday night we thought he might have injured his mouth or throat. Thursday he went to the vet. We suspected a bone fragment lodged in his throat from perhaps eating a bird. There was a scratch on his tongue. I erred on the side of caution and admitted him for x-rays and observation. I had a call later that day that he had badly lacerated his tongue. That scratch that looked very minor wasn’t. He was admitted overnight for IV antibiotics and fluids and pre-op tests (he is 10). My kids (12 and 8) were deeply worried and upset.
In surgery yesterday the vet found my Deano’s tongue was even more deeply lacerated than expected, and on both sides. And by the afternoon he still hadn’t passed urine and needed more pain relief than anticipated prior to surgery, so he needed to stay another night. When I collected my kids from school the first thing they wanted to know was when we were collecting our Deano. More tears in the schoolyard from my human babies.
We visited him in the early evening and our poor furry one was a doped out, drooly mess, but he knew us and enjoyed the gentle pats and loving words. He clearly wasn’t feeling pain which was good, but it made me realise the amount of care he will need when hopefully he is home later this morning. Not just nursing care, and trying to work out what he might try to eat, but grooming him and hygiene as he won’t be able to do that with his sutures and pain levels. Even thinking about whether he will initially be ok with the six stairs in our split level home. Of course I have absolutely no issue providing that care, and I want to, but it was a mental recalibration for me.
And if Deano isn’t well enough to come home, he will need to transfer to the emergency vet hospital as our vet isn’t open all weekend.
The vet bill will take a chunk of our savings, but I’m thankful that we have those savings rather than being upset that we are spending them on “just a cat”. Deano is a much loved member of our family.
Anyway, time to get out of bed to have coffee and start my day. I need to clean out our laundry and set up the litter tray, block off the cat flap, assess food options suitable for a sore tongue with sutures, etc.
I hope your Fridays are good, and you have a great weekend.
I hope your furbaby recovers well.
Woke at 8:30 (sleeping in for me), thought, just another minute, and woke again at 11:30. Now moving almost as fast as road-kill. Just can’t get rolling. I live 150-200 miles south of Napa and my air is hazy and smells of smoke. Depressing. My heart goes out to those of you affected by fires, hurricanes.
The semi-nightmares are what I have most of the time. My nightmares are, well, nightmarish. Or terrors. Used to wake up swinging so much my wife learned to duck in her sleep, then roll over and tackle me me to calm me down. Not so much now that the kids are older. My dreams usually involve trying to get somewhere, with lots of stupid obstacles in the way and people who want something from me that is Herculean in scope. Or I am cooking in a restaurant by myself, the kitchen is 75 feet across with the fridge, stove, and even equidistant. The front of house is down the spiral stairs, out the door, and 2 blocks downhill. When I was a kid, it was monsters. As I grew up, it became people. What does that say?
Glad to hear you have good news on the appraisal. Hope the day goes up from there.
Sounds like you’ve come to the realization that humans ARE the monsters. Had that lesson lanced into my brain when I went to the concentration camp at Dachau. Had a weird nightmare that involved Angela Lansbury, and she looked vaguely like the Child Catcher from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. Considering what went on there, I’m kinda glad that that was all the nightmare fuel I ended up with.
So, I had my first skating lesson today (at 52 years). At first, I felt ridiculous but the trainer (much, much younger than me) was wonderful, patient, funny and caring and somehow, I left that rink feeling much better than when I walked in.
I am feeling happy today and it doesn’t get better than that! I didn’t fall so that probably helped but there is always next week?
I hope you managed to shake off your dream.
Like Andrew above I am about 100 miles south of the fires near Napa. Our youngest goes to SFSU and they closed classes down yesterday starting at 5, so she came home for a long weekend. Since it is so smokey here we are staying indoors and getting ready for relatives.
Weird dreams often come during times we are feeling vulnerable or overwhelmed. Your dream has a lot of depth and layers to it. To me it seemed very symbolic of the many transitions and changes going on in your life and family all at once.
*The kids are small and the school is weird, problems…
My first thought was: Your kids need you like when they were small. They don’t feel ready for adulthood and that’s normal. The world is weird and they have a lot to learn in “The school of life”. You’re concerned because you love them and want them to be happy. That’s normal too. Trust your intuition and trust their’s too.
*The Narrow streets are partially paved & partially wood with no beach access. Could that strong visual reflect taking a different life path to a wooded house in Texas rather than your originally planned home near Florida’s beaches? (And maybe even some late night gaming? )
*Sequel to Skyrim / Prehistoric, really sucked.
You’re a best selling author, so the word “sequel” just leaps out at me as possible stress dream fodder -lol.
Though, I would hazzard a guess and say the dream going prehistoric and really sucking sounds like the feeling of losing traction.
I’m probably being fanciful in these musings, but nevertheless wish you a good nights slumber and the sweetest of dreams.
And, I’m changing my vote from an earlier post,
buy the yarn. ?
Anna L says
Totally also have weird nighmarish dream. I dreamed of an older friend of mine and his wife who now live in florida, and my parents, and I was trying not to have my parents find out that i’m hanging out with some of my undergrad friends, and there was a swamp I had to escape, and i woke up being confused where I was. I’m also battling the 3rd cold of this semester courtesy of mutatin viruses and undergrads that I teach.
I often have disturbing dreams like that just before I get really sick with the flu.
Grats on the appraisal!
My Friday consisted of sleeping less than 2 hours, swapping out our stove, and watching one of my favorite YouTubers stream Persona 5. And I may pass out soon.
Rebecca C says
Yay for the house appraisal!
My Friday has been strange. After a 3.5 hour car ride I flew from ABQ to RDU last Saturday. My ears were very unhappy with me so they started draining on Tuesday. I’ve been coughing since then, have a fever & very sore throat. Now I’ve lost my voice. I have a family wedding to go to tomorrow but cannot even imagine how I’ll be able to enjoy it.
Sounds like a parental exam dream, which I’ve never really thought about but makes sense.
Congratulations on the good house news. As others have said it’s been a strange, sad week here in the SF bay area, with dense smoke, ash falling at times and so many shattered lives. So its nice to hear of something that going right, hope everything falls on place so you can be home for Christmas.
We spent our night having a see you later family dinner for hubby. It will be a short trip away. But my daughter cried which made me cry, then the three year old who has never had daddy gone cried. This week coming will be long as we try to adjust our schedules.
ready to read says
For the people who are superstitious … like my brother… it is a stay in bed day.
I had a stressful work thing but shouldn’t let it get to me because it is ” part of the job”.
Weird dreams can mean relieving stress or just weird:
My odd dreams lately are about me and my mom (who in my dream is at least 20 yrs younger) and my sister and in the dream we are in different rooms of our home and have discussions about odd topics… that make no sense and include all the pets in my life.
Then I wake up and have to remember Mom and pets have passed away and then I figure it is my way of saying Hi to them or their way of saying hello to me.
D*Lm* a says
Keep on keeping on.
Presient says, what do you see coming that you forgot.
That there was an anxiety dream –clearly about the move because of the kids and the schools and living in such a weird place. :). Hope you slept better last night.
Off topic, sorta, but here’s an idea for your next vacation, Ilona.
Let see, I was late getting to work, someone in another department sat on a rush file for 2 extra days and then told me it should have been dealt with on Tuesday, then I messed up on a file as I was trying to fix the first one. So yeah not really liking the job at the moment. And still haven’t found a new place to rent that a: I can afford and b: is available to rent. Other than that…
That dream sounds incredibly creative. It made me think and wonder if some of your creative juices come from the stuff of your dreams.
Monica Martin says
Definitely better than my Thursday! Getting a lien release isn’t as easy as you’d think! Especially when you paid off said truck 10 yrs ago. Finance company went out of business..then…wait for it….the company they sold it to went out of business too! Then the contact # wouldn’t pick up. Called Topeka so perhaps they had information. I gave up after being on hold for 3 hrs yes…3 hrs! For s***s and giggles I tried contact # again. Got through. Then I had to email a bunch of information to an email address. They didn’t have a phone number. Apparently they are sending the release Monday. Husband says he’s stressed… I looked at him (deadpanned expression) and screamed YOUR STRESSED? YOU AREN’T THE ONE DEALING WITH IDIOTS ON THE PHONE AND WAITING 3 HRS ON HOLD TO MUSAK! I HAD TO DO THE LEG WORK FOR YOUR TRUCK! I flipped him off. Lol. He turned around left and brought me lilies. Haha. I do all the business stuff and he is the one who works. I don’t mind doing it but some days I lose my s*** but it’s all good. Friday was way better. Before y’all worry we give each other crap all the time. Makes marriage interesting. Some people don’t get it especially in public and yes we pull our shinanigans in public. We get some looks. ? Have a great weekend!
I didn’t read this post until Saturday, but my Saturday has been good. I stayed up WAY too late last night reading Wildfire and then finished it today. I enjoyed it so much! Thank you!!!
It’s so generally annoying when that happens. Once about every three months I dream about this alien invasion. They are reptilian. Yuck. If I could control my dreams I’d go for the hot guy romance cover type. At least I would wake up relaxed. LOL
Ooof! That was truly strange! I get weird dreams like that too, and more often than I’d like to. They are VERY hard to wake up from, and shake off… you keep feeling like something from the dream is about to jump into your reality because it had just felt so real.
My Friday involved much traveling, blerg… Bright side is, the glaucoma test I had came back negative. 😀 I just have weird looking optic nerves… Tonight I get to hang with friends and play D&D!! 😀
Oh…btw… this reminds me of this awful series of nightmares I had back in college. It was a few months after a heartbreak and I went to see the remake of Dawn of the Dead (ack…zombies) with my sister and a couple of friends. It scared me so much that I had lucid nightmares in full bloody color every night for a month… I struggled to wake up out of them, but eventually I’d wake up enough to control the dream enough to get myself and my sister safe from the zombies.
It was a rough month… that was 13 years ago now and only now is the Zombie Phobia finally starting to wear off a bit.
Well, even though this is way late, my Friday was spent getting a endoscopy and a colonoscopy. The former because I have a manic boss paired with my ADHD, I’ve been having acid reflux. The latter because I won the age lotto that my family physician said it was time. The good news is gastroenterologist said everything was looking good pending the pathology report so unless something came up, I don’t have to do this again for another 10 years. Yippeee! I would prefer at least 40 years pass before having to do that again.
Wow! After reading all this I think that I’m starting to feel better.
Or at least that I have absolutely nothing to complain/worry about.
Take care all.
Ed, so cute, so fierce. Rowr!