July 01, 2004

Dreams Our Stuff Is Made Of

As tired as I was by the time I went to bed last night, I couldn't fall asleep. I ended up reading for an hour or so. When I did finally fall asleep my brain squeezed out two really strange dreams.

Mice in Kittens' Clothing:
Its the middle of the night and I'm awakened by a loud noise...the sound of our cats chasing after one another. Since I'm awake, I decide to go downstairs to the basement and break it up. But when I arrive I find four mice. It turns out that three of the four mice are actually kittens. Mouse...kitten...mouse...kitten...easy mistake to make right? When I look a little more closely at the mouse I realize he's tiny, like an inch long. And he walks upright. He has a little hat and a tiny suitcase. And he sings show-tunes. The kittens are just being kittens, rolling around the basement. I finally let Pixel (our big black cat in real life) attack and eat the tiny, singing mouse. I'm not sure what happened to the suitcase...or the hat.

Aisle Three: Condiments, Candy and Cocktail Parties:
Beth and I find ourselves in our black-tie best, at a cocktail party in a grocery store. Everyone is similarly decked out walking around pushing shopping carts with one hand, holding martinis in the other. There's a gigantic sale on bundles of fresh garlic cloves and everyone picks up a bundle or two.

Any wannabe shrinks out there? Better yet, any real shrinks? Care to interpret?

Posted by Chris at July 1, 2004 09:59 AM

LOL, this is completely un related but hey, .....
Its Canada day up here in the great white north, the land of meese, deer and polar bears, where we all live in igloos and log shacks :-P
SO I thought I would say HAPPY CANADA DAY ( just in case there are other Canadians who view this blog)

Posted by: Shaners at July 1, 2004 10:43 AM

I haven't a clue, but that Aisle Three dream sounds suspiciously like something my brain would conjure at night.

Posted by: Fraulein N at July 1, 2004 10:44 AM

Hmm...interesting. What exactly where you reading before you went to sleep? Perhaps it's time to lay off the Stuart Little before bedtime.

Posted by: Kerry at July 1, 2004 11:05 AM

that is hysterical.

Posted by: laura at July 1, 2004 11:10 AM

Oh MAN! I had a formal-attire bizarro dream too! Will post shortly...

Posted by: Mindy at July 1, 2004 11:46 AM

Did you consume any spicy foods before bedtime? LOL

Posted by: Kristi at July 1, 2004 12:55 PM

I think that the black-tie grocery story sounds like a great idea. You should be the first to market the concept. Single people are always looking for a new way to meet people...what better way than to drink alcohol, mingle with others, and get the weekly food shopping done all at the same time?

Posted by: Zandria at July 1, 2004 01:38 PM

You made me feel A LOT better after my dream of monday night in which I'm talking WITH a goose. Yes this feathered friend talked back. At least I didn't kill him & served it for dinner like you did with the cute singing mousy ;))

Posted by: Sweety at July 1, 2004 01:51 PM

I don't feel nearly as strange about my own dreams now. :) Not very good at the shrinky thing but maybe you're very nervous about something new (tiny mouse/kitten) or oddly expecting vampires to come for a visit (garlic). Either way sounds like your dreams are exactly what they should be - a little break from reality.

Posted by: Audie at July 1, 2004 02:37 PM

You're the first person I've met whose dreams are as insanely strange as mine, and as vivid it seems. As for interpretation, I'd suggest: http://www.dreammoods.com/dreamdictionary/
Sometimes it's absolute crackpottedness, but occasionally it's good for a laugh or maybe a little insight. But that's basically the kind of interpretation you'd get from a shrink. I still can't believe you let Pixel eat the singing mouse, though.... how cruel!

Posted by: Heather at July 1, 2004 03:31 PM

OMG, At first I skipped the explanatory sentence preceding the dreams. I read the mouse one and re-read it and re-read it. I started thinking that somebody slipped you one hell of a mickey. Then I re-read the entire post from the beginning. Too funny.

I have no idea what it all means, but it's hilarious.

Posted by: HR Lady at July 2, 2004 06:01 PM