Dish Network, Dinner and Luggage

So I am walking around and there's a pond, lake of sorts, and in it is floating thousands upon thousands of Dish Network dishes. I'm not sure if this is where they are thrown out or if this is where they are put to work. I wonder how the boats get through and realize that they just pile on through and the Dish Networks dishes get moved whereever they get moved. I call a company to complain about my bill and I have to do some math. I have to take the calculator ribbon, put in my account number on the keypad and print it on the paper and then I have to put that paper into the water with the rest of the Dish Network dishes.

Cut to family coming over for dinner. My mom is there and my brother from Florida is there. We all eat and then, as everyone is getting ready to go, I look outside and there's a park. I see this HUGE pile of leaves and there's a few kids playing in it with one adult watching them. I tell G to put on his coat because we're going outside! We all end up going for a walk, but before we can get to the pile of leaves we sit down to dinner again, but outside by the leaves. I remember thinking to myself that it was odd that we had just eaten but were eating again already. We go to jump in the pile of leaves and realize that it is sopping wet. I know that when I first looked at them they were dry. I'm not sure if we jumped in them or not, but it was a small wet pile of leaves at the end.

My mom is trying to get some luggage out from a truck, or from her house. There's a ladder there. It's not a short ladder, it's about the length of a driveway and it doesn't just go up, it's horizontal as well and I'm about to get on to help my mom with the luggage, but she's on the ladder already starting to climb to get the luggage out.

And then Little One woke me up.

Happy Monday.

Side Note - Impressions

Everyone wants to live a meaningful life. Everyone wants to leave a mark. Good friends, interesting stories, love, laughter, safety, shelter. Everyone wants to be that person that is remembered as amazing, memorable, passionate, wonderful, kind-hearted. The list goes on and on.

Not everyone is like that.

One time I started a new job (well, at least two times this has happened...and fialed) and wanted to be the quiet worker who did a good job and went home at the end of the day. I've never been the kind to go out drinking with the co-workers after work, but I didn't want to be the person who I intrinsically am. I'm loud and not always nice. I say what I feel, even though I do try to use tact. I complain (on my behalf and on behalf of others). I'm opinionated and bossy and not always the nicest person. I tried so hard to be the quiet worker, but it doesn't work. I try and try and yet my loud, boisterous, annoying self comes out.

I think I'm going to be remembered as that passionate person who was who she was. She said what she meant and meant what she said, but she wasn't quiet. I'm a bit eccentric, a bit odd and have a very distinct personality. Some people live me and some people hate me and some people just don't want to have anything to do with me.

I sometimes wonder what other people see of me and if that goes along with: a) how I see myself; and b)how I want to be seen by others. And sometimes I really don't want to know.

I wish I wasn't so bad at communication sometimes, especially written communication, because even as I write this it's not quite coming across the way I'd like it to.

Ah well. Que sera.

Home Movies and Pumpkin Heads

The first part I remember: I had 2 vivid images of Little One of some home movies from last month. It was just his face, but they were so vivid and they were movies I had actually taken. This was only about 2 seconds after lying down, so it was very odd.

Lots of stuff happened in the middle.

The ending: I was driving down a street going somewhere. I had to carve pumpkins. It was a competition of sorts. They were pumpkins that were going to be worn on your partner’s head. What I hadn’t realized until it was too late was that I was supposed to carve my partner’s vision of his pumpkin, not my own. I had put the pumpkin on his head (the vine part was on the bottom and the bigger part was on the top). I carved a wavy pattern and the cutting was so smooth, and so easy to perform. I don’t remember what the face part was like – just the top of it. The pumpkin I had was large and light in color. I hadn’t realized that my partner was angry. I was so proud of myself. We were all sitting around a large room. Then Little One woke up and here I am typing.

I wish I could remember the middle, because it was very long, but so's the life of a dreamer.

Ceiling beams and the unknown

I had a hard time quieting my mind last night so I fell asleep thinking of my oldest son (I've been doing this a bit more often on Thursday nights lately - the night he's at my mother-in-law's).

Here's what I can remember, but a lot of it is really, really hazy. Not very interesting I'm afraid. I had to fix ceiling beams. I had to work upside down and I was laying white gauze, almost like you would cover a cake with fondant. I had to make it very smooth. I kept working in the same spot each time. I know that Dave was in the dream somehow. Maybe he was supposed to help me out.

I KNOW there was more, but I just can't access it. Maybe I'm feeling stuck and that's what the dream is about, but why would I dream about something I know is happening.

Cinderella

I was Cinderella. I'm not sure if it was a play or supposed to be my real life. There was a prince charming and one other person. Prince Charming and the other person were doing acrobatics on ropes, Cirque Du Soleil style, like in my other dream http://dreams-dreamscapes.blogspot.com/2007/01/acrobats.html. I was in a very large, very ornate bathroom. It was more like a suite of rooms, but I'm pretty sure it was a bathroom. There was some goal I needed to accomplish.

There was so much more to this dream that I just can't remember. I don't even remember if it had a positive vibe to it or a negative vibe. It was very long and my vision of the bathroom was very detailed, even though I can't access those details right now. I don't even want to know why I dreamed about the aerial acrobatics again. I'm curious as to know what they mean, but at the same time I don't. Is it a type of juggling where I feel I'm juggling aspects of my life right now?? Is it the danger aspect? Why would I dream about those twice? The Cinderella I can understand because I did watch A Cinderella Story on tv last night (or at least parts of it) and who wouldn't want to be in a bad part of their life to have everything turn out ok - or even great - in the end??? I just wish I could remember more to this dream.

Snowball Fight and Surgery

Here's what I remeber: It's winter and I'm standing outside my house. Dave and I are planning our wedding and it's bare bones minimum, no money spent, but we are flying two of my friends (Noel and some other girl) from other parts of the country in to the wedding. Their flight costs $500 each and I have no idea of how we are going to afford it. Dave starts throwing these really big snowballs at me, not in a mean way, but we were playing around. The house was big and wooden with posts and an eve over the front door. It was a really deep brown and very pretty.

Cut to: Little One is having surgery on his intestines. It turned out they were all twisted up which was what was creating all his problems. A nurse was doing it in a room that had a window and it was all very non-challant. She was talking to us and we were watching and she said that the surgery was no big deal, they did it at least 3 times a week. Then Little One wakes up and he's hungry, but we're restricted on what we can feed him because of the surgery and all he wants to do is eat.

Note: Last night I watched Grey's anatomy and there was an intestinal surgery in the episode so maybe that's why it was in my dream last night.

Batteries

OK - I have no kids last night - they went to my in-laws' early. I get a full 7 1/2 hours of sleep (and a full 8 if you count me falling asleep in the middle of watching the finale to a show (and then waking up to at least see the winner), and yet I barely dream last night.

The only thing I remember: My camera battery died. And that's not too far from the truth because as I was sitting in my son's preschool birthday bash, it came very, very close.

What's up? Where's the good dreams? I wouldn't even mind having Jason Bateman back.....