After 2 nights of no memorable dreams, last night definitely made up for it.
It hard to remember exactly what order everything happened in, since there was no chronological meaning to the dream. But here it goes...
I was with a bunch of people, it looked like we were at maybe Hogwarts (not that it was a magical place or anything, it just looked like what Hogwarts does in the HP movies). Me and a BYU class were at this artificial wave pool and there was a warehouse next to it. Brad was taking a "survival swimming class" where they throw you into this big wave pool with giant waves and simulate trying to swimming in a storm on the ocean. This leads into the warehouse, where people are trying to escape getting eaten by alligators/crocodiles (I don't know the difference other than they are in roughly different geographic locations, and I think the snout is different?). Well, apparently, Brad and I had a huge pet dinosaur that's hiding in the warehouse. It's a friendly one, doesn't eat people. But we need to keep him safe from others who would hurt him (I think this came from watching How To Train Your Dragon last night) because he was big and really scary looking. We pet him, and them leave the warehouse.
As we are walking home, which is in the big castle, we walk past a class playing air soccer. It's basically this soccer game, but the ball is about twice the size of a big beach ball, and instead of kicking it, you hit it with your head to keep it in the air. If it touches the ground, it's a foul. There is only 2 girls playing, 1 already there plus me when Brad and I join in. the teacher doesn't like girls, so he's always calling fouls on us and trying to get us kicked out and to leave the class. I tell Brad I don't like the teacher, so I'm going to go home. besides, I'm not feeling well.
I get inside the castle, and it's a big ballroom set up for a dinner party. Some celebration, don't know what it's for. People, start coming in and sitting down, but I go to use the bathroom. For some reason, I take a pregnancy test, and it comes up with a solid pink line and a dashed pink line, which means positive. I'm terrified; we're so not ready for another kid yet! I wrap up the test with a bow and set it in Brad's seat. But Brad's not coming; I check the test results again, and if you tip the test one way, then the lines flow that way, and if you tip it the other way, the lines flow the other way. there's a message blinking on the screen that says "test results expire after 5 minutes." Great. now I don't know if I'm pregnant or not... then I think to myself, "Hey, I think I'm dreaming. I'm not pregnant."
Then I wake up, need to use the bathroom, and just because I knew I had dreamed about taking a pregnancy test, I decide to take one. It has two pink lines, which seem to be on a pin wheel mechanism inside the test. I guess this means it's positive again. But I start thinking..."Pregnancy tests don't do this... I must be dreaming again. Ok, marie... time to wake up for real and stop freaking yourself out." I start pinching myself and I'm back in my bed. "oh good, it was just a dream. I need to use the bathroom. I think we have a couple pregnancy tests left, prehaps I should use one since I'm dreaming about them so much." So, I get up and go to the bathroom, take another pregnancy test. It's positive again, but now the test is talking to me... singing... "You're gonna have a BAY-BEE! You're gonna have a BAY-BEE!" seriously, what the heck is going on??? I must be dreaming again. How do I wake up??? Am I going to be trapped in this crazy pregnancy test taking land forever??? It's like Groundhog's Day, only I find out I'm pregnant over and over agian!!!
Eventually, I really do wake up. Brad's already in the shower, and the munchkin is still asleep. Whew. Gotta use the bathroom. My mind is racing-- are my dreams trying to tell me something??? But before I use the bathroom, I realize-- low and behold, I've gotten my period. Thanks, Mother Nature. Good news though, I'm NOT pregnant. At least not right now. Whew!
Friday, December 17, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Mario Kart Live and a Hawaii Vacation
This one is kinda sketchy in my memory, so I'll do the best I can...
I was with Brad's mom and sister walking under a large dock, going to the car. We were taking about where Sam want to go to school; she mentioned among many that she was thinking about a design school in Hawaii. Interesting, because I had just gotten in the mail an invitation to do a "spa study" there.
The next thing I know, I'm in a ballroom full of people and a "training course" for our new "pets", which are live versions of characters from Mario Kart. I got yoshi, Brad's mom had the princess, Sam had the toad/mushroom head thing, Brad had luigi, and a half dozen other people were there with their "pets." We had to teach them tricks and how to ride our remote controlled karts. Yoshi thought it was funny to do the opposite of everything I asked him. We started the race, and I just KNEW that Yoshi hated me and we would lose. But right away, he starts off the fastest! He jumps over entire obstacles and zooms past all the other "pets" and gets to the end. On;y problem is that he never collected any of the stars, so we had to go back or lose. when he gets to a place where he can get stars, he turns in a kitten.
The old lady leading the race thought it was cute and took the yoshi kitten back for herself. Bah! I thought we were going to win. Then the old lady took couples to a spa room, which ours looked remarkably like Brad's parents room, but with a much nicer master bathroom. there were different products we were supposed to test with our partner, then report on them. Brad said he needed to use the bathroom, but never came back; so the study people sent in an old lady (different from the one leading all the activities) to test the products with me. Most of the products were, let's say you should only use them with your spouse, so I felt really awkward, and tried to go find Brad hiding in the bathroom. Because we both went to the bathroom, we were disqualified from participating in the spa study and they sent us home, but I got to keep the yoshi kitten!
I was with Brad's mom and sister walking under a large dock, going to the car. We were taking about where Sam want to go to school; she mentioned among many that she was thinking about a design school in Hawaii. Interesting, because I had just gotten in the mail an invitation to do a "spa study" there.
The next thing I know, I'm in a ballroom full of people and a "training course" for our new "pets", which are live versions of characters from Mario Kart. I got yoshi, Brad's mom had the princess, Sam had the toad/mushroom head thing, Brad had luigi, and a half dozen other people were there with their "pets." We had to teach them tricks and how to ride our remote controlled karts. Yoshi thought it was funny to do the opposite of everything I asked him. We started the race, and I just KNEW that Yoshi hated me and we would lose. But right away, he starts off the fastest! He jumps over entire obstacles and zooms past all the other "pets" and gets to the end. On;y problem is that he never collected any of the stars, so we had to go back or lose. when he gets to a place where he can get stars, he turns in a kitten.
The old lady leading the race thought it was cute and took the yoshi kitten back for herself. Bah! I thought we were going to win. Then the old lady took couples to a spa room, which ours looked remarkably like Brad's parents room, but with a much nicer master bathroom. there were different products we were supposed to test with our partner, then report on them. Brad said he needed to use the bathroom, but never came back; so the study people sent in an old lady (different from the one leading all the activities) to test the products with me. Most of the products were, let's say you should only use them with your spouse, so I felt really awkward, and tried to go find Brad hiding in the bathroom. Because we both went to the bathroom, we were disqualified from participating in the spa study and they sent us home, but I got to keep the yoshi kitten!
Monday, December 13, 2010
Messy House
So, last night, my husband and I had a long talk about ghow we feel like our house has gotten very dirty. He's heading into Finals week of the semester and I've bee n feeling overwhelmed at an increasingly mobile munchkin that is insanely developmentally advanced-- I'm talking about a 7 1/2 month old trying to walk. It definintly keeps me busy; and more busy babyproofing the house, feeding her, playing with her, and picking up after her, than busy cleaning the bathroom, doing dishes, or vacuuming. Which is why I think my brain turned into THIS dream last night...
I was just walking around in our little basement apartment, thinking about what to clean. Apparently we had a pet ant, jumbo sized, like size of my pinky finger jumbo sized that talked to us. I mentioned to said ant (yes, thte little insect/bug thing) that I was glad that we only had a cluttered home, and it should be easy to clean since the munchkin was taking a nap. To which little ant replies, "oh, you've got bugs. cities of them!"
I couldn't walk around barefoot anymore; I immediately put on my shoes and decided I'd rather take a shower and them clean the tub. There were creepy insects everywhere. Brown clusters of dots all over the shower wall, which Brad informed me was fly poop. Ewww.
There was a white snail-ish looking bug sleanking around the edge of the tub, and a flying, orange-feathered fish dressed in black leather. And by flying, I don't mean it had wings. No, instead, this fish had something shaped like helicoptor blades attacvhed to its back so it coulds fly. (If I had any artistic ability, I would attempt to recreat what it looked like, but alas I don't, and you prolly don't want to see what it would look like if I tried. I'll just tell you that it was freaky looking.)
I just use the bathroom and turn on the water. Bugs that were previously invisable or not present start appearing, but I insist on taking a shower. When I get in, two little skinny snakes, one smaller than the other, come up out of the tub drain, each biting te other's tail. I step into the tub, thinking, they won't bother me as long as I don't bother them.
WRONG!
As soon as I step in the tub, they let go of each others tails and come after me. I try to dance and tiptoe out of their way but the little one bites my toe-- the one just to the right of my big toe on my right foot. And it wrapps around my toe with the rest of it's little snake body. I start screaming for my mommy. She rushes into the room, looks at my foot i n terror, the look that says, "You're doomed." but instead she says, "It's only a pine snake."
And really, in my dream, this means death, because the snake begins to swallow my toe. The further it gets up my foot, thew longer and bigger it gets. I can't feel my feeet anymore, and I know it's going tyo consume me. I thrash around, trying to get it off of me...
At which point, my husband shakes me awake because I really was thrashing around in my sleep.
Bah. I gotta clean my apartment!
Oh, adn because I'm a little curious, here's some info on Pine Snakes. they are pretty small and don't eat people, but they are very powerful constrictors. I didn't even know there was such a thing as pine snakes until today.
I was just walking around in our little basement apartment, thinking about what to clean. Apparently we had a pet ant, jumbo sized, like size of my pinky finger jumbo sized that talked to us. I mentioned to said ant (yes, thte little insect/bug thing) that I was glad that we only had a cluttered home, and it should be easy to clean since the munchkin was taking a nap. To which little ant replies, "oh, you've got bugs. cities of them!"
I couldn't walk around barefoot anymore; I immediately put on my shoes and decided I'd rather take a shower and them clean the tub. There were creepy insects everywhere. Brown clusters of dots all over the shower wall, which Brad informed me was fly poop. Ewww.
There was a white snail-ish looking bug sleanking around the edge of the tub, and a flying, orange-feathered fish dressed in black leather. And by flying, I don't mean it had wings. No, instead, this fish had something shaped like helicoptor blades attacvhed to its back so it coulds fly. (If I had any artistic ability, I would attempt to recreat what it looked like, but alas I don't, and you prolly don't want to see what it would look like if I tried. I'll just tell you that it was freaky looking.)
I just use the bathroom and turn on the water. Bugs that were previously invisable or not present start appearing, but I insist on taking a shower. When I get in, two little skinny snakes, one smaller than the other, come up out of the tub drain, each biting te other's tail. I step into the tub, thinking, they won't bother me as long as I don't bother them.
WRONG!
As soon as I step in the tub, they let go of each others tails and come after me. I try to dance and tiptoe out of their way but the little one bites my toe-- the one just to the right of my big toe on my right foot. And it wrapps around my toe with the rest of it's little snake body. I start screaming for my mommy. She rushes into the room, looks at my foot i n terror, the look that says, "You're doomed." but instead she says, "It's only a pine snake."
And really, in my dream, this means death, because the snake begins to swallow my toe. The further it gets up my foot, thew longer and bigger it gets. I can't feel my feeet anymore, and I know it's going tyo consume me. I thrash around, trying to get it off of me...
At which point, my husband shakes me awake because I really was thrashing around in my sleep.
Bah. I gotta clean my apartment!
Oh, adn because I'm a little curious, here's some info on Pine Snakes. they are pretty small and don't eat people, but they are very powerful constrictors. I didn't even know there was such a thing as pine snakes until today.
When Happens When I Shut My Eyes and Zzzzzzzz
I've always been fascinated by my dreams. Those who know me well, know that my dreams can get pretty wacky sometimes. Not all the time, but pretty often. like that time i was being chased by a t-rex while trying to find a shower so that i could get a mission call and go through the wall and escape the t-rex, but instead ran in to santa watching the news...So I'm going to blog my dreams as often as I remember them and get the chance to type them up that day. And if you're lucky, I may type up some past dreams that I've journaled in the past. Wouldn't that be a treat!
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