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Everyone dreams ~ but in my case, I very, VERY rarely recall them upon waking. It always makes me a bit nervous when I do, because it means that I'm stressing about something.
This morning...HOURS after I woke-up...I still remember the dream and THAT is REALLY odd;
In the dream I was attending some sort of classical music *concert* with Teh Bob. During intermission we go to the bathroom but for some odd reason I can't find a functional or private women's toilet so upon rejoining him, we decide to look for another ~ during our search for the elusive women's bathroom we walk into the middle of a ballet corps as they make their way on stage and get caught up in the chaos of feathers and legs. I'm thinking ...*ballet?* as I get jostled around by the rush of bodies and swell of music.
We immediately drop to the ground and start backing off the stage on our knees ~ I bump into a wheelchair in the wings, a man grunts disapproval at us and I whisper... "We got lost, so sorry ...we're trying to get out of here".
I look up and it's Steven Hawkings ~ dribbling and glaring down at me.
It crosses my mind that I never imagined in my wildest dreams the physicist as a stage manager...(no wait)...
So we continue backing out and then on our way looking for the bathroom and I find myself outside sploshing in the puddles, but telling Teh Bob that it's okay ~ my rubber soled dress shoes won't be damaged by the water ~ at which point I see a flicker of movement in the corner of my eye and see the tail end of a cougar slipping into the shadows.
WOW, I think. 'That's the second couger I've seen in the downtown this week!'
I am now shoeless for some reason, but still in my gown, and wandering around looking for shoes now, as well as a bathroom, because I really have to pee ~ when Steven Hawkings comes up to me. I tell him about the cougars while he and my son (where did the sprog come from?) decide to purchase a nerf football on a string from a yardsale going on in the theatre lobby. He agrees the cougars rooting in garbage cans like racoons is rather odd.
....
Blessedly at this point my alarm went off and I could get up and escape whatever other bizzare stuff was swirling around in my head and trying to get out. @_@ WTF was THAT all about?
This morning...HOURS after I woke-up...I still remember the dream and THAT is REALLY odd;
In the dream I was attending some sort of classical music *concert* with Teh Bob. During intermission we go to the bathroom but for some odd reason I can't find a functional or private women's toilet so upon rejoining him, we decide to look for another ~ during our search for the elusive women's bathroom we walk into the middle of a ballet corps as they make their way on stage and get caught up in the chaos of feathers and legs. I'm thinking ...*ballet?* as I get jostled around by the rush of bodies and swell of music.
We immediately drop to the ground and start backing off the stage on our knees ~ I bump into a wheelchair in the wings, a man grunts disapproval at us and I whisper... "We got lost, so sorry ...we're trying to get out of here".
I look up and it's Steven Hawkings ~ dribbling and glaring down at me.
It crosses my mind that I never imagined in my wildest dreams the physicist as a stage manager...(no wait)...
So we continue backing out and then on our way looking for the bathroom and I find myself outside sploshing in the puddles, but telling Teh Bob that it's okay ~ my rubber soled dress shoes won't be damaged by the water ~ at which point I see a flicker of movement in the corner of my eye and see the tail end of a cougar slipping into the shadows.
WOW, I think. 'That's the second couger I've seen in the downtown this week!'
I am now shoeless for some reason, but still in my gown, and wandering around looking for shoes now, as well as a bathroom, because I really have to pee ~ when Steven Hawkings comes up to me. I tell him about the cougars while he and my son (where did the sprog come from?) decide to purchase a nerf football on a string from a yardsale going on in the theatre lobby. He agrees the cougars rooting in garbage cans like racoons is rather odd.
....
Blessedly at this point my alarm went off and I could get up and escape whatever other bizzare stuff was swirling around in my head and trying to get out. @_@ WTF was THAT all about?
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