June 25, 2009

Realization



I realize that most dreams make no sense. I have a recurring nightmare about escalators and being torn to shreds by Sylvester the Cat. It makes no sense. What makes even less sense about this is the scary thing in that nightmare is Sylvester, not the escalator. And yet, I am afraid of escalators, and not Sylvester the Cat.




Still, other than that, I have never had dreams as strange or convoluted as during pregnancy. Yesterday, I woke up from a dream several times as I hit snooze on my alarm. I kept hoping that by going back to sleep I could somehow will myself out of this bad dream and force a happy resolution. Finally I just got out of bed since instead of getting better, my situation in the dream kept getting worse. But even more disturbing than the dream itself are the two conclusions I drew from the dream...




1. I should stop listening to NPR news.


2. Once A Flock of Seagulls gets in your head, it's impossible to get them out.



I'm still singing "I Ran (so far away)". Not a good thing. And any dream that combines those two realizations into one is definately not a good thing.

1 comment:

Camron said...

I'm very curious to hear what the details of this dream were... it sounds pretty crazy. Hope you're having better dreams these days!