First of all, let me just say that I rarely remember my dreams, and what I do remember of them is never more than random bits and pieces. I am always amazed by people who seem to remember every second of their dreams in great detail and can recount them start to finish. Mine (or what little of them I can recall) are usually these strange, disjointed scenes that don’t seem to make up any kind of a ‘story’. That being said, let me tell you what little I remember of last night’s dream…
Oh, and I’m pretty sure that this can all be blamed on the movie “Hoodwinked” that I watched over the weekend. My brother raved about it, so I put it on my Blockbuster list…and it wasn’t until after I’d wasted an hour and a half of my life that I can never get back that I remembered – he also recommended the Stargate movies.
Most of the dream is a blur now, but towards the end of it I threw something that was lit – most likely a match, but for all I know could’ve been a flaming cheese curl – into a container of sand or cat litter. This container was located in an interior room in a house. Whose house? I have no clue. Anyway, as something buried under the sand (cat litter?) began to sizzle, I remember thinking, “Oh yeah. There’s dynamite under there. Crap.” That was when I remembered a dream I’d had the night before in which I had put sticks of dynamite into this same container. I don’t know why I put them there, but when I tried to light them in the first dream whatever I was trying to light them with had fizzled and gone out. Not so in the second dream, however. I closed the door to the room just as the dynamite blew, and thought, “It’ll be ok, the walls will hold.” (That brilliant idea came from the Lost season 2 finale, except on Lost it *worked*.) I then spent the rest of my dream running around the house with a fire extinguisher that wasn’t working very well, trying to put out the flames that I knew were there, but could never quite find.
Ok, so now that I see it all in print, it isn’t really very interesting. I’ve just never had a dream continue itself from one day to the next before. What can I say, I’m easily amused. 🙂
I’ll be taking the 13-year-old to her very first concert tomorrow evening. We’ll be seeing Rob Thomas (of Matchbox 20 fame) and Natasha Bedingfield. Wish me luck!