Monday, January 04, 2016

Woke Up Weak




We (me and various members of my extended family--even those who have died) are gathered in what looked like a big treehouse. We are there for a nephew’s 6th birthday party. As folks are getting their party hats on, so to speak, the smell of frying fish and chicken wafts throughout.  

Someone yells that we needed ...something. I hop to volunteer to go get the something. Cinnamon and I get into an uncle’s Chevy Impala. There aren’t any parking spaces, so I double, jump out and ..   SHIT!  

Engine running, door locked, Cinnamon inside.  

Panic explodes on the inside of my head.

I try to figure out a way inside the car. Thankfully there was no traffic in fact, no one was on the street. At. All. Still, my head is spinning with what could happen. Running car. Dog inside. Folks at the party waiting for me (and whatever it is I went to get). All the doors are locked, Futility pushes me to try them anyway.

Sweet sassy molasses, the passenger side door isn’t locked. I swing it open, reach across the seats to turn off the car and grab the keys out of the ignition. As I stand, three women with beehive hairdos approach and proceed to enter the car. Appearing mildly miffed by the presence of the dog slows but doesn't stop them. They are chattering away. 

I am temporarily stunned into silence but do find voice enough to ask what
they are doing. Again, miffed that I seem so dense; as it was clear to them I was the ride arranged by the planners of whatever event they were attending. I stumbled out an explanation that I was not, in fact, their ride and they had to get out of the car. I was still frantic to get back to pick up . . . whatever it was I went to pick up for the party and get back before too much longer.

The ladies with the air in their hair start to argue or negotiate when 

Cinnamon BARKS and I wake up.  

With a headache.

First dream of 2016.

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20 comments:

  1. Well. were they attractive ladies with beehives? Because that's a lot of women. ;)

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    1. You know... I don't even recall what they looked like outside of the hair. ;-)

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  2. Your dream reflects your inner anxiety. There is a recurring theme of getting something to prepare for the event. Maybe the theme has something to do with your life.

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    1. That makes sense. Thank you for the insight.

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  3. Ugh. Tension dream to start the new year. Hope your head feels better by the time I am reading this...

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  4. I love all the supposed randomness here. Dreams are fascinating. Hope the headache goes away and doesn't come back.

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    1. I did go away.
      Thank you.

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  5. LOL! Sorry to hear you woke up with a headache, but I was totally convinced this really happened to you up until the end. Great storytelling! Hope your head feels better now.

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    1. I appreciate the kind words. Thank you. :-)

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  6. Totally thought this was for real. Sorry about the headache but that dream was wild. - Happy Monday. :)

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    1. It felt wild. Thank you.

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  7. You had me going there....I was totally into your adventure. You need a massage to ease your headache.

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    1. I wish I could have gotten one. That would have been perfect.

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  8. Anxiety dreams. Well, at least you weren't in mortal danger. Although 3 women with beehive hairdos might scare me to death : )

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    1. At least. But the hair. . wow.

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  9. Whoa, that is some dream. It seemed totally plausible to me, actually, until the very end. There has to be some meaning to it. I hope that your headache goes away, that's no way to start a new year!

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    1. No, not the best beginning but thankfully, it was short lived. Odd, I don't usually remember that much detail in my dreams.

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  10. That was trippy. I started reading this and felt in a dream until the end.

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    1. Trippy is a good word. So very random, especially "seeing" relatives that have passed on--yet, not my mom.

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