Dreamer’s block

This. Is. Ridiculous. For the past 10 years, every night, without fail, I have been blessed, mystified, and sometimes haunted by my series of dreams.  Seriously.  Every night.  It’s like waking up every Sunday and cutting on the TV to watch re-runs of 90210 or Saved by the Bell. You don’t have to look at the TV guide. You just KNOW that it’s going to be on. Just like my dreams. Every morning, I wake up about 30 minutes before my alarm, and I know I’m going to remember what happened.  Every night, except the last few nights.  I think the stress of this whole blog this is getting to me. It’s not the whole writing thing that’s stressful.  It’s the dreaming part. No dream = no writing. I think I’ve got dreamer’s block.  So this morning, I woke up and felt like a failure.  I mean, how is it possible to feel like that at 5am? I haven’t done anything yet. I hadn’t even got about of bed, and I already feel like a failure.  Day 106 of the blog has not been a good day. So tonight, before I go to bed, I’m going to do all of the things that “encourage” dreaming.  I even Googled ‘How to encourage dreams’.  So tonight, I’m going to try to eat large amounts of chocolate right before bedtime.  Hey – it’s a tough task, but I have to do it in the name of the blog.

Dream smushing

I have way too much on my mind when I go to sleep at night.  So much so, that my dreams are starting to smush together (for all of you Jersey Shore fans, I mean “join”. I’m not using the term the way they do) into one big, strange, disoriented dream.  It’s funny though. When I try to analyze it the next day, the dream makes perfect sense in individual parts. Since I really haven’t used my dream blog to officially analyze my dreams (I usually just go off on some unrelated tangent), I’m going to give it a try today.

Last night I dreamt that I was going to a housewarming party for some of our friends in Washington, North Carolina. When they gave me the tour of their new house, it looked EXACTLY like my parent’s house inside.

Seems like a pretty normal dream when you just read the above paragraph. It’s the concoction of thoughts, ideas, and real life situations that make the dream crazy. So here goes…

Housewarming party - Over my four week vacation I went one of my best friend’s housewarming party (which was fabulous, needless to say), but not the same friend that was in my dream.  

Washington, NC – the people in my dream actually live in Georgia, nowhere close to the small town in NC. My co-worker, however, just visited this town, and had a HORRIBLE experience.  She was traveling down there for an inventory observation, and being from Maryland, wasn’t used to the back country roads.  Well, long story short, the weekend she traveled down there, we had torrential downpours which closed most of the roads leading to her destination.  A few panicked phone calls later, and a stay at a very sketchy motel, she was able to get down to her destination. Obviously her experience has had an impact on me since I’m dreaming about it.

The people in the dream – I haven’t seen the couple in the dream since their wedding last summer.  Interestingly enough however, I was on the phone yesterday morning on the way to work strategizing with our kickball coach, and one of their names came up in conversation.  We were talking about a different person, but they have the same name, and when he said it I automatically thought of this couple in my dream (pre-dreaming it… if that makes sense).

Exactly like my parent’s house – I’ve had a lot of time on my hands the past few weeks. Four weeks of vacation with no real solid plans during the weekdays (surprisingly, no one else took a 4 week vacation during the middle of winter) can leave you a little stir crazy. Being the type “A” person that I am, I wandered around our house trying to think of all of the “improvements” I would like to make.  Side note: never watch HGTV while you’re on a 4-week vacation.  I love our house now. I mean, we have a couple of things that we’re planning on completing, but after one morning watching HGTV, you suddenly have plans to build a new house. Anyway, two things came out of my house wandering: new floors, and a new kitchen.  Nothing major (ok that’s a lie), but something in line with my parent’s hardwood floors and island countertop in the kitchen.

So there we have it. Four completely separate experiences/thoughts melded together to form one bizarre dream.  Dream analyzing = success.

I got Snookied

I’ve been on vacation for 4 weeks. While I haven’t been completely worthless the entire time, I did have several days where the only thing I managed to accomplish was a shower. Just a shower. No blow dry. No make up. Just the basics. I might would have expelled that extra energy effort if I hadn’t been woken up early nearly EVERY single day of my vacation.  I’ll pause here, and give an extra special shout out to my mom, sister, husband, kickball coach, college roommate, and several other people who don’t have a special title, but will now be greeted with a very special  4-letter word title when they call, text, or otherwise “drop by” the house before 10am while I’m on vacation. Yes. I am a morning person*, but please note the asterisk means that for the 5 weeks of vacation and 10 holidays each year I will assume my alter ego, act like a college student, and not get out of bed until noon, not even make the bed, do dishes, vacuum, and potentially not even brush my hair. Just deal with it. It’s only 7 weeks each year. Anyway, back to those several days I mentioned earlier.  I fibbed a little. I did manage to accomplish something else.  Turns out, in just two days, you can watch both seasons of Jersey Shore reruns. So that’s what I did. Looking back, I wouldn’t recommend it. You can’t watch two seasons of Jersey Shore and not dream about Snooki and Ronnie (I know… I was hoping to dream about Pauly D, but nope, I got Snookied).

So there I was in Miami. I had flown down that morning to watch the VT bowl game with my husband, and we arrived very early in the morning.  Since it wasn’t yet tailgating time, we decided to go to breakfast and met up with some of our friends in the lobby.  Who, you ask? Snooki and Ronnie. I rode with Snooki in a bright yellow Mustang and my husband rode with Ronnie.  Thankfully the dream ended there. I don’t think I could have handled watching my husband fist pump with Ronnie at the tailgate. Some things you don’t want to dream about.