It’s been a long time since I’ve written down chicken scratches on a pad by my bed. Last night I “woke up” several times with snippets of dreams, but I couldn’t pull myself out from behind the veil of sleep to actually write them down.
My issue is compounded by the fact that I’m not even interpreting these notes until 16 hours later, so… this dream will leave a little to be desired.
The notes I can read are:
permission (or maybe parmesan)
Pills to share
I remember being at a work convention with my boss Elizabeth. It was very stressful and I feel like I wasn’t prepared to complete the readouts. I was looking for a copier or a printer, and I was running through the halls and couldn’t find one to use. I felt like it had been set up in a temporary room and that it had moved. I was very worried about being late.
At one point I was talking with EO (maybe we were back in our hotel room?) and I was trying to take pills. There were some tiny ones in the bottom of the pill bottle, plus other larger ones. Some of them had turned to dust, and so it was really hard to find the little ones, as they were blending in with the dust. When I tried to get them out I made a mess.
I had a terrible dream. Alex had been acting strangely. I came in and he asked to do something and I said no. He started sobbing and shaking and rocking hysterically. Come to find out he was on drugs. He went to rehab and when he came back he wanted to go running through the alleys with friends but we wouldn’t let him for fear he would find drugs. We were worried there were drugs hidden at the house too. Then we found these tiny dolls that you could hold in your hand. He freaked out and bit their heads off. I somehow knew they were alive and had something to do with the drugs. He wanted to swallow their heads and I said no that I would flush them down the toilet. When I went into the bathroom though, someone had an accident and there was poop and vomit everywhere. When I flushed the toilet it just kept coming back up. It was terrible and I was afraid I would never be able to get rid of the dolls. We were in another house somewhere and Alex really wanted to fly home. We were considering it but then realized that his mom wasn’t going to be in town and neither of us would be. We felt like he wanted to just move out and live on his own. It was sad and scary and we weren’t sure what to do.
Last night I talked with my friend Kathy who has been out of a job for several months. I guess I had this on the brain.
In this dream, Kathy came to visit. I was working at Sutherland, and she came to see me at work. I was angry that she wouldn’t apply for the jobs there. I wasn’t working hard- I was reading a magazine at my desk. As we left, it turned into the kids’ school and I realized open house was that night. I started to turn around but the kids wanted to leave and it was almost over anyway. I asked what the difference was between open house and meet the teacher (which was the following week) and they didn’t know. We did not go. On the way home we were talking about what to eat for dinner and Kathy wanted chicken.
Michael was traveling and not there. We lived in a strange place- it was connected to stone mountain. There were cement floors and the new was a ski lift that went right by our house. Dylan had gone on a trip with the color guard. I was wondering if they would wear their uniforms, and I started to text him to tell him I wanted to take his picture when he was on the ski lift but about that time he arrived. (It was going down not up). Dylan was climbing over people and changing seats, and I freaked out because it was not safe. Then two people jumped off the ski lift and threw up on the floor of our house. I went into a long hallway to get the garden hose and clean it, and I realized how dirty the floor was and that it all needed to be cleaned anyway. I started to leave the hose out and realized that I needed to put it away properly. I started to blame Michael for how messy everything was, but then I remembered how messy I was before we got married and realized I was worse and was the one who had changed my standards.
We started cooking dinner. Earlier I had started making tomato soup in the oven and had left it in there turned off. I turned the oven back on but spilled it. Kathy opened the oven door and cleaned it up but said she couldn’t get to the shelf. I opened this handy little slide out door under the main oven door and slid just the shelf out. It was neat. The oven looked very old fashioned.
We were discussing what vegetables to eat and Kathy pulled out a bag of fresh produce from a farmers market I had never heard of but Dylan had.