3-20-2009

I'm afraid this was another frantic dream.

Dream:

I was in Woodville (the next town down the road) visiting some friends there - really nice husband (Earl) and wife (Jamie) - and they told me I could borrow one of their riding lawn mowers since they had two of them ( i don't even know if they really have one). Me and the nice wife Jamie ride the mowers back up the road to Maxeys (my town) which is really like a 5 mile distance.

Sidenote, I recall that they had 3 huge padlocks on their outside fridge because they said a crack-head woman kept sneaking up and stealing their p-nut butter out of it.

When we arrive at my house, it's a combination of my house, my parents' house, and my in-laws' house. My husband, father, and a girlfriend from Atlanta (Kristen) are all there passed out and lounging about on the couch. The nice wife Jamie from Woodville alerts my attention to the fact that the back right corner of my house has blown up and was catching fire, due to a volcano underneath. She springs into action, runs and gets my fire-extinguisher (which is quite puny) and starts to spray the smouldering right side of the interior of my home , which I realize is about to totally go up in flames.



I scream profanities at my husband, father, and friend Kristen that a volcano has erupted under the house, haven't you noticed?, and to get the *blink* up off the couch!!! I start to delegate tasks and they all act quite nonchalant. I struggle to dial 911 on the phone and remember shouting instructions at the operator about how to find us. Then I zoom about the house collecting items are that irreplaceable (photos off the fridge, the computer hard drive, and the like) and basically freaking out. I specifically remember telling my friend Kristen to grab one of my cats, all of her belongings out the house, and get out her car out of my driveway (and the peril of the volcano eruption) because she has a really nice car.

BOOM!!! Volcanoes erupt when I'm not around to monitor and supervise.

3-18-2009

This is the first dream I've ever had where I have woken up crying.
And had an enormous sense of relief that this was not actually my reality.

Dream:

I was visiting at my parents house and my father was simply too overwhelmed to go to the grocery store, so I patronizingly told him I would go and return in an hour or so.
It was nighttime. I was supposed to go to Cub Foods (which actually no longer exists).
I was driving my truck and Ted (my dog) was along with me for the ride.

When I arrived at Cub Foods it was no longer a grocery store but a Russian fried chicken place (do those actually exist?) I remember looking at the mashed potatoes and thinking "hmmm, mashed potatoes", like Homer Simpson but I exited quickly to find another grocery.

Once out in the parking lot, there was a large group of Russian men who were lighting explosives, saying something in Russian, and then throwing them up in the air (and at parked cars). I smiled nervously at them so as not to piss them off. I passed a Jeep Wrangler that was on fire and Ted was sitting in the backseat. I called to Ted and patted my leg and he hopped out the burning Jeep and I grabbed him by his collar and led him towards where I had parked the truck.

When I got to the truck it had (magically) turned into my station wagon, and the driver's window had been busted out (I presume by the rowdy Russian guys). I felt a wave of panic and just wanted to get out of there, so I brushed the glass off the seat and told Ted to hop into the car. When I started driving, I couldn't find my way out of the parking lot and ended up off-roading aimlessly through the surrounding culverts, landscaping, and retaining ponds.

At this point in the dream I was frantic. My truck had disappeared, my station wagon was trashed (I remember thinking that insurance wouldn't cover this), AND -new information enters here- I've remembered that I've got brain cancer and I'm pregnant. I remember thinking, "I didn't tell the cancer doctor that I was pregnant! Now the chemo is going to kill the baby, or if I don't take the chemo I'll die, and this is all too much for my darling husband to handle!!!" Frantic.

Then I wake and realize that this is actually NOT happening and I'm snuggled up in bed with husband and Frida. And I start to cry and husband wakes and comforts me until I pretend to fall back asleep, but actually don't because too traumatized that dream will pick back up where we left off.