Friday, February 13, 2009

What dreams may come

Subtle and I have a bit of a routine going. Every morning, more often than not, we compare the dreams we had overnight. I dream a lot, but rarely remember them to much detail. He dreams a lot, and remembers them quite well. Usually, when describing our dreams, they start off with "I had a weird dream last night...".

For example, last night I dreamed I was working in a McDonald's type store, and was stressed because I didn't know what went on a Big Mac. In my dream I was desperately trying to remember the stupid saying that starts with "Two all meat patties...". I have never known it, and I never eat McDonald's*, so I had no knowledge to draw on. After my stint in McDonald's, my dream moved on trying to by some Russian chocolate in Aldi. (Russian chocolate is actually fantastic.) Two nights before this I dreamed I was remarrying my ex-husband.

See, they are all pretty strange and weird. When I was much younger, one dream I had, which I can still remember vividly to this day involved me teaching a class in a night school. The lights went out, and when they came back on again, I was on the ground in an inch of blood. There was blood and gore everywhere, and brain tissue on the blackboard. Oh yeah - that doesn't scream bizarre childhood does it?

But I must admit that my best, and strangest, dream to date is one from few weeks ago. I dreamed that I gave birth. I gave birth to puppies. Six, in fact. Six sweet little smooth-skinned angel faced puppies. I was frantic, in my dream, that I did not possess six nipples to feed my progeny. So spent some time constructing an elaborate feeding mechanism for my babies. Puppies. Not even kittens, since I am quite predisposed to the feline fur-child.

So now when Subtle says to me "I had a weird dream last night". I respond with "Did you give birth to puppies?". Unless he can compete with that, he is not even in the same competition.



*Drunk I have been known to eat a sundae. The last time I ate a whole burger by myself was in 2002 - in Poland. I don't think that this counts!

3 comments:

KittyMeow said...

How cute :-) Me and my boyfriend share our dreams too.

His usually consist of some kind of tactical warfare - he is often saving the world playing spy games.

My dreams are landscapes of light and colour - I always remember that most about them...also very weird. Had ones where I've dreamt with my eyes open, done astral traveling (I think that's what its called) and ones that are almost psychic in their accuracy.

Dreams are awesome aren't they!? Its always so interesting to here about another person's night wanderings :-D

Sleepydumpling said...

I remember a dream from when I was a kid. I was standing at the top of the stairs at our house, and Elvis was standing at the bottom. At his feet was a yellow balloon with a face drawn on it. Elvis looked up at me and said "Don't come any further, it's dangerous."

I might not have given birth to puppies, but that's WEIRD.

Katja said...

Two all meat patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun.

*Phew* For a moment I was terrifed that the brainwashing of my youth had come unstuck.

I had a corker the other night. It involved a lot of planes crashing while I was standing on the ground with my Dad and the two of us running, climbing over a fence with barbed wire on top ("Don't worry Dad, I know how to get over safely, I've seen it in the movies" WTF??" and then being confronted by a scary looking Islamist terrorist running towards us with a rocket-propelled granade launcher.

But puppies, that's cute LOL. And trust me, two nipples for one offspring is about all I can handle right now.