5 posts tagged “dreams”

I had a dream that my supervisor at work stabbed me in the neck.  I could feel the blood rushing out, but when I looked in the mirror, it was not bleeding.  The side of my neck was swollen to the size of a tennis ball.

Hmm. 

At this time of the year, there are lots of articles and television specials about the past year, which name the best, the the worst, or the most interesting events.  This has gotten me thinking about this year from my perspective. It was quite a year, with a lot of changes.  Below is one post per month, what I deem to be the biggest event of each month (or at least the most interesting post).  Please check them out so you can get an appreciation for why this was the most exciting (and exhausting) year I have ever had.

We had car problems.
We climbed 680 steps to the top of Oakbrook Tower.
I broke a tooth (post includes picture!)
I recorded a podcast while running the Shamrock Shuffle 8k.
We spent Memorial Day weekend biking Lakeshore Drive, going to a chocolate festival, and visiting Milwaukee.
We had more car problems.
I had a scary wedding dream.
We moved to suburbs, after I had lived in the city for six years.  It was hard to say goodbye.
We got married.
We went to Hawaii.
We adopted Jiblets Kitty Pie.
I contemplated how much cats are like children.

So what will 2007 bring?  We are going to be staying in the same apartment, because I told Prince E I cannot move again until I forget the pain the last move caused.  The pain still lingers, so we aren't going anywhere.  I am hoping to start doing podcasts again, if only for my own benefit (and my mom who is a devoted fan).  Every year since I was about seven, I have had the same New Year's resolution: Don't worry so much.  I really doubt I will ever be able to keep that one, but I do hope that I will learn how to relax a little more in the upcoming year.  I want to start running again, which is easier said than done.  We are planning a spring trip to Washington DC.  I would like to try to start saving money for a house, but I have a spending problem.  Overall, though, I just hope that 2007, the year in which I shall turn 30, is a happy year for me, the Prince, and the kitties. 

I believe it to be very common to have stress dreams related to school long after graduation. I have read that many people have a dream where they find out on the day of a final that they did not drop a class they thought they had (for me it usually something like astrophysics that I could never fake my way through). I have had a dream along those lines many times before.

Last night I had a dream that I found out I had been missing English class. I think it is was high school. The English teacher and I had a meeting and he told me that if I did not start coming to class, I would have a low participation grade and receive a C+ in the class. For some reason the part of the English teacher was played by my 8th grade Algebra teacher. He had very hairy arms and when he wrote on he overhead projector, you could see the shadow of the hair on the screen. (In real life, not the dream).

In my dream, I had to call my friend RussianLlama (who in real life I did not meet until law school) to find out the reading assignment. (Why didn’t I just ask the teacher when I had him right there?) Unfortunately she could not help me out because she had not been to class either, because she had to take care of her baby.

The funny thing about this dream is how stressed out I was because I was going to get a C+. I was not going to fail the class or miss out on graduation. No, I was going to get something other than an "A," which was not acceptable, certainly not in English of all subjects, where I had excelled in high school.

Do any of you have dreams that you are still in school?

Last night I had a dream that I was running a half marathon. On a bus. It makes sense, actually, when you think about it. The bus is warm, no rain or sun to worry about. And Prince E was sitting comfortably at the back of the bus, playing his Nintendo DS, waiting for me to finish. There were only two other people who had opted for the "bus" option, so the aisle way was not too crowded as I ran back and forth, back and forth. It did seem annoying when people had to get off at their bus stop, though. The main problem with the race was that, unlike the people that were running on the ground outside, I did not have any mile markers to tell me how far I had gone. I did have a timing chip wrapped around my ankle and I was wearing a non-digital wristwatch, but neither of those were able to tell me if I had run the requisite 13.1 miles. Finally, after I noticed that it was 4pm and the race had started at 9am, I sat down next to Prince E and told him that I thought I had gone enough miles. We got off at the next bus stop and I walked through a convention center trying to figure out where to get my medal. I reached the counter and handed over my timing chip. The woman put a key in it and turned it and nothing happened. This did not mean that I had not finished the race, but only that I was not eligible for a juice box. At that point she took away the basket she had set out for me that contained a juicebox and some kind of snack. She then pulled out a long strip of paper from the chip and determined that I had gone 16 miles.

I began yelling at her and the other woman behind the counter that I was very thirsty after going for 16 miles and I would be calling someone about the fact that they had nothing for me to drink. I did get a medal, which was a small coin on a string. Then I looked out the window and saw a group of people, each holding several bottles of water, taunting me. I began to think of how silly I was for running so far when I had to go to work the next day and then I told Prince E I wanted McDonald's.

The causes of this dream are my excitement over Shoreturtle's marathon this weekend, wanting to get back into running often again, and reading about Miss Zoot's half marathon. Her story reminded me a lot of when I ran my half last year.

This is the second running dream that I have had that related to be being on a bus.  The last one, though, I rode a bus because I was lost.  I was going to link to my post about it but I couldn't find it quickly and I am too lazy to put any real effort into the search.

I once had a dream that I died.  I was standing in my parents' kitchen.  Someone across the room shot me.  As I fell to the ground, I knocked glasses off the counter that shattered to the floor all around me.  I could feel the blood coming out of my chest and I struggled to breathe.  I said, "So this is what it feels like to die."  Then I woke up 

That dream stayed with me for days.  I could not shake the feeling that I felt while I was laying on that floor.  It still creeps me out to think about it.

 

Thanks to Miss Zoot for the invite.