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shoe shopping with scientologists
For weeks, I've been waking up with the most lucid memories of the most absurd dreams.
In one, I was hanging out with Kevin Federline, trying to ascertain if he was as bad for Britney as everyone says. (He was.) In another, Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes, I think we were trying on shoes. In a good lot of them, I was doing embarrassing, fumbling things around people – like exes I have dumped, or frenemies – who would love to nothing else than to see me make a fool of myself. I’ve reconnected with people I used to be close with, and with one, ended up really fulfilled by the interaction. The next night, I had a dream that my heel got caught in the squishy part between some sidewalk tiles, that I accidentally brought a strawberry instead of plain yogurt to work, and that I’d landed a tiny news anchor slot on ABC radio, but when I came in to say I wanted more airtime, I found a report detailing my poor diction and mumbled pronunciation of vowels.
Uh, what? I’m not sure if these dreams are a blaring representation of my obvious madness, a subtle suggestion (as Alex has made) that I need to cut back on the Pink Is the New Blog, or as my friend Ang said last night, “the type of dreams that just piss you off because they’re so easy to read,” but I’m going to lean toward the latter on everything except shoe shopping with Scientologists. I mean, really – such things cannot be rationalized.
Anyway, this past weekend, these dream memories came to an abrupt halt and I miss them. It’s odd to miss something that you never really understood to begin with, and in some cases, caused you actual distress, but still. For a few weeks there, I fell asleep understanding some of the latent things that went on inside my head, and now I’m in the weeds again.
Obviously, these mumbled vowels really stuck a nerve.
comments (6)
I hate flavored yogurt - it's plain all the way. strangely, i went through a weird dream phase myself around the same time. i was telling my boyfriend about it and he was mentioning that he was seeing odd dreams as well. odd.
1 | radish | January 20, 2006 06:45 AM
Everyone I know is addicted to Pink is the New Blog- who can help it?
2 | Joge23 | January 20, 2006 09:38 AM
I agree with Joge23. It's an addiction that can't be helped.
3 | Julie | January 20, 2006 09:43 AM
i've been having strange dreams about two pre-op transsexual gay cowboys who fall in love after teaming up to create a work of literary nonfiction based on a murder in the kansas plains. oh, no, wait ...
4 | yaytee | January 20, 2006 10:06 AM
Hrmmm...I think I saw that movie...or else I had the same dream :P Last night I dreamed that I was trapped in a pit of laptop AC cords and none of them fit my laptop...and all were $100+...with no refunds available after return... and then the nice Indian guy at Dell sold me one that I have to wait a week for and it'll rescue me from the pit... oh wait...that was just TODAY...nuts.
5 | Teresa | January 21, 2006 11:42 PM
Surfing through from GrinsNLaughter. I'm a PISNB junky. I read it religiously everyday.
6 | Bad Spice | January 22, 2006 01:25 PM