In which I give up and blog about my dreams
It was very bizarre, having something to do with getting married in India on a class trip with my high school class (and boys). I don’t remember the details, which is good, because it was also very upsetting.
On the plus side, I remember liking my wedding dress.
November 9th, 2007 at 1:47 pm
That is bizarre. Though, I’m sorry it was upsetting.
And now, since you didn’t ask, I will tell you the funny dream-related experience I had today. I reached into the closet for sweater that I just washed because last time I reached for it, it had some gunk on the front. (I blame my Mom, who is a slob and borrows clothes when she’s here.) And I felt like some time recently I dreamed that I took the sweater out of the wash and it was still gunky. Which it wasn’t, in real life.
Then I went downstairs and was making breakfast for my daughter and a jam-covered cracker flipped out of my hand and got gunk on the front of my sweater. So now I’m wondering: Dream? De ja vu? Premonition? All of the above?
(And also, am I still allowed to blame my Mom when I am demonstrably a slob myself? Keep in mind that I notice these things and wash them out right away, while she is oblivious.)