As real as it may seem, it was only in my dreams. November 30, 2009
Is anyone out there a dream interpreter?
Lately I have been having dreams where normal stuff from my life is taking place, no big deal, except it’s all happening at my parents’ house. Staff meetings, youth group, dinner parties with friends… all going down in my mom and dad’s living room.
It’s throwing me for two reasons. One, I don’t think my parents are there, so it’s not like I just relocated my entire life to be closer to them. And two, the things that happen in my dreams aren’t real, but they seem super real. I’m not reenacting things that have already happened, but the things that are happening are totally normal things that would happen in my every day life. I’m having necessary work-related conversations with people at my mom’s dining room table in my dreams. Then, when I wake up, I can’t remember what is real and what isn’t. This afternoon someone emailed me a question that I SWEAR we have already discussed. And we did. In Texas.
This is a problem. I already spend an inordinate amount of time each morning trying to remember what day it is. (Does anyone else do that? Seriously, every morning I have to think about the day before and figure out what I’m supposed to do that day. Side effect of not having the same schedule every day, I guess.) But now I also have to think through what is real and what isn’t? That’s a long process. I may just stop getting out of bed, just to be safe.
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Last night I dreamed that John Green and I were fighting evil/playing a game in which we fought evil (I am not sure if it was actual evil we were fighting or not). We were in a warehouse and there were lots of explosions. And there was this boy. And his brain was gone because he ate coconut. That’s what we were fighting against.
I feel like I should say, for the record, that nothing untoward happened between me and Mr. Green. We were just fighting brain-stealing coconuts together. And explosions. But I don’t remember why things were exploding, so I can’t be more specific than that.
(In fact, this might be the most awesome dream I have ever had.)
I should also say that by “together” I mean that John Green knew what was happening and understood what things meant and I was like, “Oh, okay. If you say so.” For example, I did not realize that eating coconut would rid you of your brain until he told me that. But that is how things often go in dreams. I was just along for the ride.