YES! The crazy Jess you know & tolerate is back!
So I thought I would tell you good people about a dream I had.
So I "wake up" in my dream, and I take a shower and get dressed in this hideous (in my opinion) pink gingham dress and these really cute heels and go downstairs. But it's not my house. It's very 50's looking, but me in the dream doesn't seem to realize that this isn't my house, just me watching the dream does. Oh, and I had ringlets. Like, naturally. How weird is that?!
But here's where things start getting weird. I'm making scrambled eggs and toast, but I'm making like, mountains of eggs, and piles of toast, enough to feed at least 10 families. And I'm putting all the food onto plates, and there are tons of plates.
And then these adorable little blond twin girls come in and go "Morning mommy!" and I reply "Good morning girls! Come have some eggs," and they each eat a serving of eggs and I kiss them on the cheek and hand them each a little metal lunch box and send then out the door.
And then in comes No-Eye-Contact-Guy, looking very Cary Grant in a nice suit, and I hand him a piece of toast and kiss him on the cheek, and he says "I'm off to work, see you at five!" and goes out the door.
But I keep making eggs and toast. And a little boy comes in, and says "good morning mommy!" and I give him food and kiss him on the cheek and send him off to school. And my friend Artur comes in, and I hand him a piece of toast and kiss him on the cheek, and he says "I'm off to work, see you at five!" and goes out the door.
And the dream just kept going. Different children with all the different guys I know, and it just kept going. Really, it was a nice dream, very happy and cheery.
Wonder what it means....
1 comment:
Haha that's so odd.
Were you hungry before you went to bed or something?
I'm not even going to attempt to tell you what that means, considering I don't know & if I did know, I would probably be wrong. But it's not a bad dream to have, in my opinion.
I've been having some odd dreams lately, also. Maybe it's just this time of the year, when everyone is stressed & trying to figure out how to deal with the family coming for a visit or what to buy people or finals in school &. Eh. I dunno.
Go, sucky comment day.
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