To Sleep, Perchance to Dream

I really have some crazy dreams...I have told a few on my blog, the most vivid being the drum corps tech Andria/Voldemort baseball thing (too lazy to search through the archives to link to it). I also had a dream about marrying my ex (twice around), where after the ceremony, he informed me that we were moving to LA, and I was furious because I didn't want to move there (in the dream). I started talking to him again because of that dream (we had lost touch), which resulted in another brief rendez-vous. I really should have listened to my dream with that situation...perhaps it was a warning?

Last night was no exception to the crazy dreams. The parts that I remember didn't connect very well, but I do recall a few main points. I was teaching color guard for Brookwood and I took some of the kids (who weren't really Brookwood kids, besides Lindsay Connor...they were prep school girls from A Little Princess) to lunch at the Varsity. Well, we saw some Northview color guard girls there, and they all met and such. After a while, everybody slowly began to trickle out very quietly looking petrified. There were two rooms to the restaurant and stuff was happening in the other room. We had to escape the restaurant because something dangerous was going down (it reminded me of a bank robbery). So we did, and the girls were hyper and I had a difficult time getting them in the car...plus, a bunch of other people were stranded in the parking lot because their drivers left in panic. I had to fit them all in my trunk, which I don't really have because I drive a CRV (because the people from the ghetto and the police, which we were scared of, were coming) and take them to my house.

Well we get to my house and when we walk inside, it's this Wall Street-esque collection development department, with books and papers flying everywhere. I then go by myself to the backyard and there's the pool at my parent's old house. My parents are out there and the pool is covered. I open the cover by myself so the kids can swim, and there are tons of violets in the water...so many that the water is tinted violet in places. There was more to the dream, but the NPR radio station woke me up at 8:30am.

I don't take dreams that seriously, but I do consult a dream dictionary when they are vivid (the violets in the water were strange but absolutely the most beautiful image that I have seen in a dream thus far in life). I looked up the terms "pool", "violet" (color and flower), and the idea of "escaping". The pool and flower told me that I would have a happy marriage (ha sure) and the escape signifies prosperity and good health. Now I'm not going to take this as truth, but it sure is a fun way of making sense of the complete mess that is the back of my mind.

Don't you just love your subconscious?