Dreams/Nightmares

The bearded eye-roller has made it perfectly clear that there will be no pets in our household. It's because we travel so much and work long hours and it wouldn't be fair to a pet.

Or perhaps, he just doesn't want to be stuck with the job of cleaning dog poo in the back yard.

Either way, I like to play the game I like to call, "either you let me have this or you let me have that- which is it?"

It goes something like this:

Me: Honey, I think you should let me get a doberman pinscher .
BER : No.
Me:OK, it's either that or a monkey. Which one? You have to pick.
BER :

or maybe this:
Me: Honey, wouldn't it be fun to have a chihuahua?
BER : No.
Me: OK, it's either that or a pot-bellied pig. Which one? You have to pick.
BER :

or all time favorite (he wouldn't admit to this, though):
Me: Honey, greyhounds sound like a really cool dog. I think it would be neat to adopt a greyhound.
BER : No.
Me: OK, it's either that or we adopt a baby from Asia. Which one? You have to pick.
BER :

I'd say we play this 'fun' game about twice a week, and I'm sure he loves every minute of it. If nothing else, it gives his eyes a good workout.

Last night this conversation lead me to having a dream that he got me a kitten that had a monkey face. I was NOT happy. I've never asked for a cat in ANY of these deals I've tried to make.

So, for the record, I want either:
A doberman
A chihuahua
A monkey (actually, that's at the top of my list)
A greyhound
A pot-bellied pig
A baby

NOT a cat that looks like a monkey.

Wow- I can't even begin to figure out the meaning behind this dream.

I went to a convenience store with some guys (I have NO idea who they are) in a pick up truck. An old beaten-down pick up truck, even. The one driving was my boyfriend (I think), and in the bed of the truck was another guy (nothing I specifically remember about him) and a HUGE guy (probably weighing over 500 lbs.) The two guys in the bed of the truck wanted beer.

Apparently, lots of it.

Cut to scene two.

The person working at the store started bringing out cases of beer on a hand truck. The two guys sat in the bed of the truck and the cases of beer were loaded around them. Eventually, the stacks of cases were higher than their heads.

We backed the truck out and I told the guy driving that I was very nervous about it because the cases weren't tied down and they were not at all secure. He said that they were fine and kept driving.

All hell broke loose when we turned the corner. The cases went flying off the truck, causing cars to crash into each other and burst into flames. He kept on driving saying that it was their fault that they didn't get out of the way of the flying cases of beer.

The dream ended with me crying because the cases continued to fly off the truck and cause accidents.

OK- what is THAT about? I don't even like the SMELL of beer. Why would I dream about it? (yes, I know that the meaning behind the dream has nothing to do with beer...)

I guess it's just another nail in the "RG needs to be committed" coffin.

I have an upcoming ‘event’ that I’m not looking forward to. I haven’t written about this person in a while, and there’s a reason for that. Soon after the holidays last year, I had to put my foot down with the bearded eye-roller that I was not going to participate in activities that included this person anymore, for my own well being. I wrote about it a little in the post I linked to above.

In the meantime, I’ve encouraged BER to continue his relationship with her, if that made him happy. It seemed to go pretty well, until the holidays started rolling around.

He asked if I was going to invite her for Thanksgiving and I said that I wasn’t, because I thought we had a deal. My family doesn’t enjoy being around her either- so in addition to me being uncomfortable (putting it mildly), my entire family would be uncomfortable too.

On Thanksgiving day, I could see that BER was very uncomfortable with the fact that I didn’t want to invite her over. He wasn’t trying to show it, but I'm very good at reading him. So, me- being me, I felt guilty and started beating myself up over it. I told him to go ahead and call her and invite her over. The relief on his face was confirmation that I was right about how he was feeling.

He made up a story about how he thought I invited her and I thought he invited her- but when I went over the guest list that day, we figured out that nobody invited her. Good one!

Thankfully, she already had plans when he called her. But he told her that we’ll have her over for Christmas then. Christmas is even MORE important to me for happy family than Thanksgiving, so I felt that I was between a rock and a hard place.

BER’s mom came up with a great idea to take this woman out to dinner on Christmas day, just us (and MIL said she’d join us too, as a buffer... isn’t she great?). The family is coming over on Christmas Eve, so the family won’t have to deal with her, and that part makes me happy.

Still, I’ve been really dreading this. I had a nightmare last night that is probably the most Freudian dream I have EVER had (and I’ve had plenty!). For the purposes of the dream, I’m going to call her “SP” (for sociopath- har!).

I was in the back of a van, with SP and my MIL. BER was driving the van. I was paralyzed and strapped down. SP started undressing me and my MIL was looking at me with a look that seemed to say, "why are you letting her do this?", but didn't stop her.

I think I was able to talk, but didn't for some reason.

This part of the dream has nothing to do with SP, but I thought it was funny- so I’ll continue.

At some point, I was dropped off in front of a building that housed a game show in my wheelchair (I was still paralyzed in my dream). My mom and my aunt (dad’s sister) took me into the building and wheeled me onto the game show stage. My job, apparently was to sit in my wheelchair and look at the audience. Nothing else.

The object of the game show was about winning the job you've always dreamed of. My mom ended up winning, and won a job to decorate the set for the Paul Williams show.

Yeah- that’s right- this Paul Williams.

She was very excited about it, because apparently she’s always wanted to be a set decorator. Now she’s never expressed this to me in real life, but I’ll bet she’d be good at it.

The dream ended as my aunt and mom wheeled me off down a dark hall.

OK- who wants to have me committed? Yeah- I thought so….

I woke up from a HORRIBLE dream this morning. At first I was really upset, but now I'm laughing at how ridiculous it is.

As are almost ALL of my dreams.

Pipe in the dreamy harp music...

The bearded eye-roller and I were not married in this dream, but were clearly a couple. We were always part of a bigger group of people in every 'scene', but the rest of them were men (go me!). We all watched TV together, played video games together, went to movies together, etc. But the BER and I were always holding hands, kissing, and cuddling.

For some reason, BER decided that we should break up but wanted me to continue to be a part of the group of friends. I said that I'd be OK with this, and hoped in the back of my head that he'd change his mind.

Have any of you experienced this in real life? ::Raises hand::

Anyhoo... VERY SHORTLY (and suspiciously, I might add) after that, Marie Osmond joined our group of friends. She took a liking to BER and he took a liking to her. He asked me if it would bother me if they decided to date and, being the cool chick that I am, I said that he was free to do whatever he wished since we weren't together.

Of course, if you've ever been in this situation, you know that I didn't REALLY mean it.

So now, the hussy Marie Osmond is part of our group, and now she gets to sit with BER and hold his hand and cuddle with him, while I sit on the floor and pretend not to notice.

It was dreadfully painful, but I had to pretend that it wasn't because I'm soooooooo cool about things.

I woke up, just as I was begging him to leave the hussy Marie Osmond and marry me.

Suddenly not so cool, eh RisibleGirl?

I had a very disturbing dream early this morning and am having a hard time shaking it. I dreamed that my sons were still little and that my youngest had decided to live on his own (he looked to be about 2 years old, but had the personality and mental capacity of an adult). I didn't see him very much- I'd only see him when I caught him trying to 'steal' the peanuts we'd thrown out for the squirrels and jays.

In this dream, I finally got him to talk to me and I begged him to come back home and live in the house. He was filthy and emaciated and I was really upset. My oldest son (who looked to be about six and also had the personality and mental capacity of an adult), came outside and convinced his brother to come in the house.

Somehow in the middle of all of this, my ex-husband's mother came to visit and made a huge mess in my kitchen. She even cracked eggs into some of my kitchen drawers. What was THAT about?

Ha! I'll bet you think that's the most disturbing part! Well, it wasn't. It was simply worth mentioning, because it's seems weird that this would also be a part of the dream.

After I got my ex-husband's mother situated in the family room, my two sons came out to greet her. The youngest had gone in and showered and was neatly groomed.

I remember being very happy that my son was finally home, but then suddenly, he disappeared again- only this time he took my oldest son with him.

The only thing I can think of that would spur on this kind of dream is that I was whining (for lack of a better word)last night at dinner that my sons, ages 23 and 25, live an hour away from me and I wished they lived closer.

Even though I know that dream isn't real and my sons are both grown men, it's still hard to shake that image of my youngest being a filthy emaciated toddler that refused to live in the house.

I mean, really, what would the neighbors think?