record my dreams

...what my dream was. But as the alarm clock was going off this morning a nudged my husband:

“Snooze the tennis ball.”

“What?”

“The tennis ball! Turn off the tennis ball!”

(PS – we do not have the clock in the picture… we just have an average ol’ alarm clock… Sigh.)

I dreamt I was in a large hotel with people that I knew. Of course, as dreams are wont to go, I have no idea who the people were.

At some point, I was dining with my group of friends and realized, about half way through my plate of food that I had been eating roast beef.

I’m a vegetarian.

In my dream I was terrified that one of my friends would see that I had been eating meat and think that I was a liar or something… I was also completely baffled – the reason I am a vegetarian is because eating meat and / or eggs causes a psychosomatic response for me that results in gagging and retching – so how could I have eaten this meat and not had a very physical reaction to it?

I just sat there and stared at the plate, fork in hand, halfway to my mouth.

That’s it.

Not really stunning, but there you go.

I’ve always been a vivid dreamer. I probably wake Hubby up about once a month with a blood-curdling scream from the bad ones.

All my dreams seem so real – in technocolor – stereo sound – a cast of thousands!

I need to commit to document these little gems of fantasy, fear and fun, as some of them are rather enjoyable…

Stay tuned!