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Bonus Round: Dreams

There's something fascinating about dreams, and how the things that we think about during the day come out in strange ways at night, and the tiny details that are inexplicable and yet memorable. I can recall three dreams from the last two nights. It's been awhile since I've really remembered my dreams, and I've been thinking about these ones all day.

Dream #1:

I am in the forest somewhere in the Lower Mainland. Possibly Stanley Park. I have my camera with me, and I notice two major additions to my kit: a unipod and a telephoto lens. As I take photos, it seems that my lens does all the work for me. Looking at my shots on screen, I have an Aha! moment - This is why their photos are so good, I think of some images I've been perusing online, This is the secret! I continue taking photos, giddy at how fantastic they are, and excited to talk photography with my artistic friends.

Dream #2:

I drive up for dinner at the home of some long-distance coworkers (actually a conglomerate of these coworkers & a couple from my church). They live on the coast in a large, spacious house. As I get out of my car, I notice there are two other people arriving. A boy that I like (a conglomerate of two boys I have liked) and his girlfriend. She is young, and I am surprised to see them.

Inside, I'm told by my hosts that this house used to be a barn, but with a lot of renovations, they've coz-i-fied their home. I also find out that their original plan was to have me over for dinner on a different night than The Boy and his girlfriend, but she is heading out of town next week, and it worked out best to have us at the same time. I smile and play it casual. None of them know of my dislike for her or my liking of him.

At the table, I talk with the husband and notice there are mini crossword puzzles on the table - like place cards. The clues all have to do with food and the meal we're going to eat. I think it's a genius and adorable idea. I am trying not to pay attention to The Boy and his girlfriend as they help in the kitchen.

Dream #3:

I am on some sort of trip, and I meet a boy at the beach. We start dating. We are walking along the beach with our arms around each other, and I think to myself, "HA. I am capable of having a normal relationship." Then there is a train wreck, and someone winds up in the hospital. Before long, we are back to "real life" - where it turns out that my boyfriend is my teacher (a Will Schuester sort of teacher). This doesn't end our relationship - there's an exception to the no-student-teacher-dating rule, for some reason.

I have two comments to make on my subconscious mind.

a) I forgot I'd saved this Postsecret image on my desktop - it seems close to the fears of Dream #3 Beth:

b) The dream-related conversation at dinner tonight ended like this:
Roommate - "I bet you're going to get your period this month."
Me - "Yeah, I probably am... I've been dreaming about boys and have uncontrollable urges to bake!"


nadine said…
I vividly remember that PostSecret. Because I related. Too well.

I guess we're still the same person :)

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