Dreams Continued

I fell back asleep and had the following dream...

I was finishing some kind of race, possibly a triathlon (Oh, it's one of those FUNNY dreams!) and came running out of the water, running up the sand, up a little hill and THREW myself over the finish line.  I'm pretty sure I was ahead until that last little sprint.  No time to dwell on that though, because the next part of our challenge was being explained, and it involved....possibly jumping out of a plane and I was terrified.  Here's where we transition into a different scene.  These things that look like wheelchairs show up, with some weird fan thing attached to the back that we're supposed to use to fly to our next location....the next location being where I have to go to get ready to be in someone's wedding.  I'm worried because 1) I don't want to fly and 2) I'm worried my hair will get caught in the fan.  I turn to someone....and say something along the lines of how I wish I had something to put my hair in ponytail, but why WOULD I have one because I always leave my hair down when I exercise and how was I supposed to know we'd be flying in something like that. Actually, I told the person that "this is the conversation I'm having in my head...."

I could NOT get that stupid chair to fly.  My parents could.....no problem.  My dad was messing around and flying it backwards for awhile...probably to mock me.  To get it going you had to roll along like a wheelchair but only using one hand and gain enough speed to take off, but there weren't a lot of long, flat areas of land available to take off from.  At one point, this covered wagon being pulled by a horse came down the path...then the horse took off.  He looked like he was running toward me, but he veered off to my left.  The wagon was actually a place to buy souvenirs.  I made an Oregon Trail joke with the guy working in the cart, but he wasn't really following me.  I was willing to trade ammunition for something.  (No, I didn't have any...it was a joke.)  He also didn't seem to care that the horse had run off.  I wanted to buy something but had to get to the wedding so I left.

I ended up NEVER getting in the air.  Well, at one point I think I got a little bit off the ground (1 foot max), but panicked and came back down.  Eventually I end up at this courtyard that's at the entrance to this building where the wedding is taking place.  There's a hotel and I need to find the room where we're getting ready. 

My parents have gone to change, and the first time I see them, I think my mom is in a shirt and pants and my dad is in a wedding dress, but the next time I see them they're dressed normally.  Later I pass by a little cafe and my mom is sitting in there having a snack with my brother, who is really young (maybe 7, as opposed to his real age of 22).

This whole hallway is full of rooms with people getting ready for weddings.  I finally find ours and it's filled with people getting ready....like maybe 5 other girls.  They were pretty much all people from high school.  Two girls are wearing white.  At first I think "Oh, the maid of honor is wearing something like Pippa's dress!" (Only, it had a texture that Pippa's dress didn't have and also it was really thin - I could pretty much see through it in the light.)  Then I had moment where I was confused about which girl in white was the bride, and I had to check the sign on the door to be sure.  The sign on the door had all of our names and why we were in the wedding.  I can't remember WHICH one was the bride, but the sign did answer my question and apparently I was a good friend from high school who had continued to be supportive when the bride-to-be had moved to Toronto.

I start to get ready and realize I don't have ANY of my make up...I've left it at home.  I look at the other girls, thinking maybe I can get away with the make up I have in my handbag, but they're all super done up.  I go track down my dad and tell him he's going to have to fly back over to where the cars are parked and run to my place to get my stuff.  We should have time.  It's only about 1pm and the wedding isn't until 7:30.  He has to go because not only did I switch handbags and not have any make up with me at ALL - but I also didn't have any Diet Coke (#BridesmaidFAIL).  I have a really hard time giving him instructions on where to go and what to bring back, and at one point he calls me to say what he's grabbing, but hangs up before I can give better instructions and make sure he has everything.

That's about it, but I also remember complaining about the flying chairs.  Apparently mine was made of a cheaper plastic while everyone else had metal ones.  Had I KNOWN the place wasn't that far (about a mile away) - I would've just walked instead of spending all that time TRYING to make it fly.

Dreams

Lately I've been remembering weird details of dreams....here are the latest.

1st Scene - The Gym (or rather - a gym)  I'm wandering around holding a 20lb free weight and trying to find a matching one.  At some point it becomes known that we just had a horrible earthquake, even though I didn't feel it.  Something like a level 16 (yeah, I know...huge!) - haha!  Then I leave the gym with a friend (possibly a flash mob friend, but I don't know exactly who - definitely a guy) while being annoyed that my parents hadn't called yet to see if I was ok.

2nd Scene - Going to lunch with Byron.  I thought it was a place we had never eaten before, but once we got there, I realized I HAD been there before (although possibly not with Byron) - it was just called something else when I was there before.  I should point out that if I really HAVE eaten there before...it's only been a dream - it's not a real place.  You enter by walking down a long flight of stairs.  We ordered food and went to go sit down in the executive area (this back, around the corner section that has nicer seating - that I've sat at before, the other time I've "eaten" there).  We  got a giant cinnamon roll to share - like the giant one I split over the weekend at brunch with 3 other people.  Byron treated - we had burgers.  Thanks Byron!

I was sad because I woke up before we ate the cinnamon roll. :-)

In My Defense

My life is heavily documented through emails, Facebook and Twitter.  I like to think that's why I'm not skilled at maintaining a blog....I'd be sharing it all over again.  That's probably why I posted it today - I spent today by myself and hardly talked to anyone, so I'm talking to you instead.

When I'm rich and famous, I'll need to hire a biographer to skim through my Facebook and Twitter for the all the good stuff.

Worst Blogger

I am the worst blogger.

Since my last post I got a new phone, instagram launched for Android, I spent a week in New York  with Lindsay and saw 9 shows on/off Broadway, we had our 3rd Annual Glee mob, my birthday and Easter have come and gone, and my uncle unexpectedly passed away.

Now the spring and summer are zooming by, and I'm actively planning my next vacation - over a week in Disney World with my mom.  We haven't been to Disney World since my high school dance team performed there in '99.

Other things that have happened....

My aunt is in town having knee surgery...my family took our first ever portrait of all four of us together...I got a Kindle Fire - thanks to an Amazon refurbished deal plus some money from the Easter Bunny.  I actually like it.

Oh, and I was pre-approved for a mortgage.  The second I decided to buy a condo, none are on the market.  I'm holding out for the perfect one, which is good because I waver daily on whether buying is a good idea.

This May is a million times calmer than last May....when I was in Chicago, Disneyland, Yakima and Sitka, but I'm feeling stressed.

I want a staycation.  I want to do spring cleaning and catch up on all of the books I want to read.

My goal for the rest of the year is to be present.  Sometimes I'm so busy I forget.