Telling Each Other's Dreams

Faith now gets up at 5am so she can exercise before work and that means she goes to bed before me. When I went to bed at 10pm she says in that sleep babble "See, see." Then a moment later she continues, "See and see you're over there." I say nothing and repeat what I heard in my head so I don't forget.

As I'm getting back in bed from a bathroom break at 12:30am, Faith starts loudly saying as if she's scared "G - G - Ga - GA - Gross - Gross - GROSS! GROSS! GROSS! GROSS! GROSS!"

"Faith what's wrong?"

"Oh, it's just my imagination! I thought Myrtle was playing with poo." Faith sighed, then went back to sleep.

This morning when recounting last nights events. Faith got a chuckle, not so much remembering what happened with her, but telling me what I did later in the wee hours of the morning. Apparently I yelled or loudly said "Don't fall off the bed!" While grabbing for her.

I suppose we're both restless with Myrtle's first day of pre-school.

Sweet dreams.

Outkast, Cousins and Ice Cream

I walk in a large super market, I start walking around and soon I bump into my cousin Nathan. He's wearing a grocer smock and tells me he can get me ice cream from anywhere in the store and we can catch up at the grocery store's cafe.

I'm at the cafe sitting down at a table, my cousin Andrew is there too, but I don't see his face the whole dream. On both sides of the table there are posters of the rap duo Oukast. Nathan comes over with a chocolate ice cream cone. I start talking about how Andre 3000 and Big Boi are an amazing rap dou - together as Outkast, but apart their music is forgettable.

Then it comes to me like a stroke of genius, "Ice cream flavors are like Outkast, they need to come together! Nathan, go get me Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey, now! Before my ice cream melts!"

Nathan runs and quickly returns and I put my remaining chocolate ice cream in a bowl with the Chunky Monkey. Everything is really clear to me, I can hear the buzzing of the florescent tubes lighting the Outkast poster, my cousins are hanging on every word as I pontificate on how chocolate and banana are a marriage in ones mouth. I'm in the zone, life makes sense.

Then in real life my alarm goes off.

Sweet dreams.

My Mom At a Talent Show

I'm in a gymnasium at a talent show, the lights are down and there's rock concert frenzy among the small sparse crowd. I'm right at the front pressed against the stage watching different acts do their talent, none of which I remember. After one act my mom walks on the stage with lots of swagger and confidence, like she owns the place. She sits down on a chair and pulls from behind it an acoustic guitar. Mom starts playing the guitar and whipping her hair back and forth to Iggy Pop's song Home. In my dream I'm surprised as much as I would be in real life.


Sweet dreams.

Liv Tyler and That Guy That Looks Like Joaquin Phoenix But Isn't

Most of us have Facebook friends that when they were added to your list of friends you thought "Oh good they accepted my request." or "How nice, s/he added me." Life moves ahead, you move away, marry and have a child. Whaddya know, so and so also moved on with life, marrying and having a child too. You comment on their life and they you. Before you know it you are better Facebook friends then you ever were real life friends.

Nothing weird about that, right? Right. But should you mention to them that you on Facebook that "you were in my dream last night" I'm betting things might get awkward. "Huh?" says friend out loud. Her husband says "What's with that weird look you on your face?" "This guy I barely knew from years ago told me 'you were in my dream last night'." Long pause, then he says "Wait until I find that creep!"

See how easily that can lead to unnecessary violence? Faith said to  change her name as somethings are best kept to ourselves. The dream isn't scandalous, but hearing "You were in my dreams" can be odd.

The dream....

In my dream "Katherine" shared a link on Facebook that I saw on my newsfeed about movie she liked. So I took her recommend, went to the theatre and watched it. I can see the movie poster in my head, with a white background standing the in center is Liv Tyler and a guy who looks like Joaquin Phoenix (but isn't Joaquin Phoenix). Their bodies are facing each other but their faces are looking straight ahead. No movie title.

I sit down and watch the movie. It's about the couple out of luck who sells the husbands childhood sports cards so they can afford to buy a house. The only problem it's only enough money to buy a house in Alberta. They move their with their black son, Jeffery.

Jeffery is having a rough time at school because everyone wants him to play basketball, thinking he'll be amazing since he's black. His parents have a serious heart to heart with him to understand why he won't join the team.

After a long pause he looks at Liv Tyler's character and says deep intense reflection "Basketball teams are like a boy bands without any singing."


Sweet dreams.