New Mattress To Aid Dreams

Kathleen and I are having a new mattress delivered today. We thought we needed a new one since we’ve slept on the current one for 15 years now. I’m hoping the new mattress will improve my dreams. It should, it cost enough. It’s a Sears O’pedic with lots of individually wrapped coils to make it firm and eminently sleep able.

I was telling Sam the dream I had last night was somewhat bizarre. I dreamed I was a dormitory Resident Assistant or Associate or whatever (an RA), at a local university and the university was getting ready to conduct a fire drill to make sure all of the dorm residents knew where to rally so we could count noses.

I was supposed to meet my boss - some cranky old woman whose face reminded me of someone I used to work with - and her assistant, a pretty nice guy I also used to work with, at my rally point, which happened to be located at the bottom of a hill up against a deep-water canal that led to the ocean. A sidewalk with Venetian-style overhead lights ran alongside the canal.

But, I got lost - couldn’t find that danged rallying point to save my life (or my dorm residents). To make matters worse, I was toting a 20-foot plastic, see-through ruler on my right shoulder and kept bonking into people or objects. I did finally find my rallying point, but of course, received a royal bawling out for being so slow.

Prior to the fire drill nightmare I was dreaming about something that I had done earlier in my life and which I still deeply regret. It wasn’t anything criminal, just a case of being a total buttinski and hurting someone rather badly. Even though that person has forgiven me and I’ve forgiven myself, I still feel tremendously guilty sometimes.

How would you analyze my fire drill dream? I’m thinking it might have been some kind of penance for the guilty dream. I’m thinking that getting lost trying to find my rally point might represent my lifelong struggle to separate right from wrong and find my true path in life. Maybe the ruler represented the fact that my days on earth are measured by a certain length of time, and the canal represented the fact I could easily be swept out to sea. As far as letting my dorm residents down by not finding our rally point in a timely manner - I think that’s self explanatory.

Most of my dreams never end because I get to a certain point and wake up needing urgently to pee. That’s aggravating. But the fire drill dream actually completed itself before Kathleen rolled over and said, “Omigosh! It’s 6:30. I gotta get up. Will you make some coffee?” Making coffee’s my husband job first thing in the morning. Occasionally, Sam will wake us up if we’re running late, but he didn’t even bark today.

I hope our new mattress is really comfortable, I just hope it isn’t so comfortable we have to resort to setting an alarm clock. We’ve never used an alarm clock and I sure don’t want to start now. Two bags of poop on using an alarm clock.

Dream With Me A Little

Do you analyze your dreams? I have a doozy every once in a while and sure wonder what the heck it’s all about.

If I had a dream about the National Basketball Association I think I’d be able to figure that one out. I’d have to admit I didn’t care if those guys ever stepped foot in an arena again. What a bunch of prima donnas. Half the world is starving to death and they think they aren’t being paid enough money with their multi-million-dollar contracts - they think they should get a higher percentage of the gate too. Here’s a win-win idea: how about they donate that higher percentage of the gate to charity? The whole thing. Yeah, I know, in my dreams. Sadly, baseball, football, hockey and soccer athletes suffer the same over-valued sense of worth.

I did dream briefly the other night that I had produced a big hit movie. Maybe not as big as The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn Part 1, which just grossed $283.5 million worldwide, but big. I’ve never dreamed (NOT dreamt!) that I’ve invented a game like Call of Duty: Black Ops that has grossed $13.7 million so far this month. WOW. I guess young boys don’t play cowboys anymore, huh? Man, I used to hate it when my neighbor would refuse to die after I shot him. He would say, "I shot you first." Of course he was wrong. I was the sheriff and I shot him first. My sister wouldn’t die when I shot her either.

For a time, when I was younger, I used to dream I was flying. I don’t mean I was in an airplane going somewhere, no, I was out there flapping my arms like a bird in the breeze soaring over rooftops and feeling so euphoric you would have thought I was on drugs (I wasn’t). I read a thing on dream analysis that said flying like that could indicate I was enjoying an immense sense of well-being. I think maybe I was; haven’t had that kind of dream lately though darn it.

Other dreams of mine have featured me as a hero of some sort, usually exposing myself to great danger to put down some really evil bad guys. I guess we all want to be heroes at sometime in our lives.

Lately, I’ve dreamed (NOT dreamt!) dreams that include Sam. The other night I dreamed the two of us were caught up in a flood and I was trying to rescue Sam. He was barking desperately for me to come save him. Then Kathleen nudged me and said Sam actually was barking and needed to go out to pee. My dream ended real quickly outside in the pouring and icy rain.

Last night I dreamed (NOT dreamt!) that Sam and I were visiting a young couple in an old ginger-bready Victorian house with a really decrepit front porch and Sam was out in the yard barking to come inside. Fortunately, Kathleen did not nudge me in the backside to inform me that Sam had to go pee this time. In fact, he slept until almost seven o’clock.

I’m really thankful for Sam and Kathleen and I’m thinking I’ll have more dreams of thankfulness with the holiday’s coming up. I’d be really thankful I think if we all boycotted sports events until athletes realized we’d had enough of their greed.