What is it about dreams? They are disturbing sometimes, especially when you awaken and remember the troubling details vividly. Analyze for me, will you?
::dream harp music::
We are standing by our front door.
Sailor, my hubby, is waiting for his carpool ride. When it arrives, he turns to me and asks, "wanna come?" True to my nature of not liking being left behind, I grab a poncho (I don't own a poncho, but in this dream, I made it), the camera and bag. In the bag besides the camera are two kinds of perfume: Sunflowers and Estee. Oh and I still have my long white flannel night gown.
We get to work, and somehow I lose the people I rode with. I end up getting on some sort of roller coaster. Assuming it will take me back to my hubby, I get on, trying to find him. We go on quite a ride. I meet people who comment on my poncho, and I show them how I made it myself. I lined it with a re-purposed white sweater. Ha ha ha ha. I can hardly believe my imagination. Btw, I would never do that.
When the roller coaster comes to a halt, we have been as high as 3 stories and are now back down to ground level, but we are also back to the starting point and no Sailor. Where now? I get out and start retracing my steps to find out how I had gotten to this place in the first place. Suddenly a completely different roller coaster comes along. It stops and I get onto it. This one takes me in different places this time. I don't find Sailor and realize that I am really on the wrong one, so somewhere along the line, in the middle of the ride, I get off and begin to walk down the tracks to retrace my steps, hopefully to find Sailor. This time a third roller coaster comes along and I have to jump aside to let it pass. These roller coasters look more like a high speed a commuter train.
I find myself getting deeper and more lost as I try to retrace steps and find my way out of the guts of this building that seems to have no openings to where Sailor works. There are only tracks that take you on endless stomach-fluttering highs and lows like a roller coaster.
All the while, I am still in my long white flannel night gown. I realize that on one of the trains I have left behind my poncho and my camera bag with the perfume inside. So as I am trying to find my hubby, I am also retracing my steps looking for the lost items and asking everyone I see if they have any lost and found items turned in.
When I wake, I realize I never found Sailor or any of the missing items.
At this point, when I woke up, I got up and wondered around the house, disturbed by the contents of this dream. After I get a drink of water, I shuffle back to bed and pick the dream back up where it left off, except this time I begin to write about it in my blog, so the next time I wake, I still remember the first dream and the second one as well.
This is so bizarre. How would you interpret this dream? Am I running too fast, taking on too much in my life? Why am I still in my nighty? Not prepared? What about the lost items I never recover? Chime in, what do you think? And why did I remember this one, but don't remember others?
Well, off to the Gala for our choir, then to a hotel for the night, then the Manti Temple for Friday. Life is good