Saturday Morning Dreams

Saturday morning already?

I guess I will get this out of the way today and tell you about some of the cruh-azy dreams I had last night.

First I dreamt that I was a little person. I was invited to a HUGE showcase, showcasing little people. The invite said I was going to be the main speaker. The catch? I had to show up nude. So, of course, I did. Then, in some sort of bizarre Working Girl twist, I found out that my sponsor had set me up and wanted to humiliated me. (She felt threatened?) I showed up nude and everyone laughed at me. I jumped in the pool, trying to hide my nakedness.

My second dream involved me driving a monster truck through my neighbors’ back yards. I was trying to get to my mom’s house and thought of a short cut. I remember one woman, who was digging ditches, glaring at me in disgust. My husband and son were in the back seat.

That dream morphed into the THIRD dream. The truck became a bicycle with a trailer. I was pulling my family through the streets of my home town, trying to get to high school. I was riding down side walks and through restaurant patio’s. When I came to a cafe that had good sandwiches, we stopped for a bite.

The fourth and final dream happened right before I got up. Once again, there was a grand party and I was the main attraction. It was my birthday. EVERYONE was there. Mostly my friends from the past, family, random old couples. I left the party to go use the bathroom and went to my TINY one bedroom, two bathroom bungalow. The front door went into a kitchen that was so cramped I had to walk sideways to get to the bathroom. As I pushed further into the apartment I realized it had been vandalized. My camera was not only stolen, it was replaced with a much crappier one. Yeah, these folks were evil. At that, I marched back to the party and made an announcement about how selfish people were to destroy MY DAY. Everyone gasped and ran to my place to see what happened. 30 people crammed in and began helping me clean up. I looked for clues as to who did this terrible deed. I found a note from PETA in the fridge. They wrote that animal ownership was cruel and they were going to kill my cats unless I fed them all the meat they left in my fridge. I took the note to give to the police later. I sat down by a random old couple. The husband told me he was an atheist. I very wisely said, “You know, I think God intentionally made some people who were going to be atheist no matter what. My faith is as real to me as air. Soooo.”

And to that the husband nodded in agreement. Finis