Strange February Dreams

I’ve been having weird dreams again.

Last night, I had a couple of incomplete ones.

Dream # 1: I dreamed I was at some sort of meeting … only it was in a room akin to either a really large classroom, or a small-ish auditorium.

I don’t remember much about this one, except that a lot of people were present – I suppose it was some sort of seminar – and I was talking to this one fellow I seemed to know, but whom I couldn’t place.

Thinking about it this morning after I’d gotten up, he kind of reminded me of this person I used to work with, who passed away a couple years ago. This in itself is kind of creepy, so I won’t go any further than this.

Dream # 2: I’m in the mall, because one of the big stores is having a sale on jeans. But on the way to the sale, I stop in at a store to try something on … and somehow forget to put my shirt back on, and leave it behind. Strangely enough, I am aware enough to shield my chest. (With what, I don’t remember. My handbag, perhaps?)

So essentially, I get to the store with the jeans sale, completely clothed from the waist down, shielding my naked torso with the nearest shirt I grabbed from the rack …  all while simutaneously thinking:

(1) I really want to find a good pair of jeans on sale, and

(2) that my bare back is starting to get really chilly from the draughty air, and that I should really find the nearest changeroom and put on the shirt I’m holding over my chest.

And I remember thinking these things without being particularly panicked.

So, yeah. I should really start depriving myself of sleep again.

Second Weird Dream of the Week

I’m wandering around somewhere downtown, and for whatever reason, I end up on a small, quiet side street.

I meet these two guys I don’t know, who are standing outside a side door to one of the buildings on the side street, and just start talking to them.

Before I know it, I’ve somehow become a contestant in some sort of race.

The objective, as explained to me: Bike 100 kilometres, then run 100 kilometres. Ha!

One of the guys I was talking to, says he’s done it before, in that matter-of-fact, no-big-deal tone of voice.

I am just extremely nervous about the whole thing. Surprisingly, I don’t make any effort to get myself out of this.

Soon, the bike race is about to start. 

All these contestants – and bikes – have appeared out of nowhere. And my bike isn’t any normal ten-speed. It’s this long, black bicycle for two. It’s not so much heavy as it is cumbersome.

As I’m trying to figure out how I’m supposed to ride this bike, out of nowhere appears my riding partner – one of my co-workers in real life.

We’re both dressed in street clothes. Neither of us have on the proper shoes – I’m pretty sure she’s wearing those clogs I see her wear at work in better weather.

Then the race starts. It takes forever for us to get going, because I’m trying to lean the bike to the side, low enough so my colleague can get on – because she’s about four inches shorter than me. People are behind us, saying, “C’mon! Get a move on!” (As if I didn’t have enough pressure as it was.)

Finally, we’re off. The guy orchestrating the race runs alongside us for the first few minutes to help us navigate off the side street and onto the “course” – a busy city street.

We’re riding, trying to keep clear of traffic and trying to avoid wayward pedestrians. I’m dinging my bike bell like crazy.

Eventually we get off the main road and end up on a residential street. I guess we were lost, because no one else was around.

So we’re in the process of turning the bike around … when I wake up.

I must be getting too much sleep. The strangeness has got to stop.  

Weird Dream of the Week

I’m in this huge church for a wedding. Not mine.

This guy I liked (known on this blog as Real Nice Guy – read here to refresh your memory) is getting married to some girl named Vanessa.

I’m also sitting in a pew in the middle of the church, wearing a gold-ish coloured dress that, in real life, was lent to me by a friend of mine when I went to an event over three weeks ago.

The strange thing is, a lot of my friends are at this wedding. Not just the ones who actually know him … but friends who have never, ever met him. And a lot of them are women.

And they aren’t sitting in the pews facing the altar as I was. They’re sitting on these long benches – I guess they’re pews, too -but they’re in an L-shape against the wall of the church, on my left … so some of them are facing the same direction of the altar, and some of them are seated to face the congregation, but from the side.

What’s even stranger is that I seemed to be the only one dressed for the occasion (although I don’t remember looking around me). My friends are all wearing clothes they might wear to work – sweater vests, tweed pants, shiny polyester blouses, etc.

I can kind of see the guy at the front, but he was slightly obscured by whomever else is up at the altar.

Minutes before the ceremony starts, I remember needing to leave. I don’t remember why. Maybe my cell phone is ringing. I do remember feeling a sense of urgency, and mental debate with myself as to whether I should stay put, or get up and risk losing my seat (because there are a lot of people).

Whatever it was, I end up getting up – and leaving the church. I never return for the start of the ceremony. I never see the bride walk down the aisle or my friend/crush tie the knot. I just leave. All I remember from this dream is that I am outside.

I guess I don’t go to the reception either, because later on in the dream, one of my oldest friends (who’s never actually met this guy) calls my cell to tell me about the nicest reception for two of the most deserving people.

I don’t remember what I said. But I do remember telling her I just couldn’t stay. It was something about the way I say it.

I don’t remember being upset. But the way I said I couldn’t stay, it wasn’t so much in an I-had-something-to-take-care-of-couldn’t-wait tone of voice as it was in an I-just-couldn’t-bear-to-watch-had-to-get-out-of-there tone of voice.

Then I remember getting ready to go to this restaurant, which is where I guess they’re holding a party after the wedding reception. Sometime after that, I wake up.

I have no idea what this means.

If I were to believe what I read online today, it’s either a new beginning or transition in my life (Lord knows what that is), or a death and a funeral (which may not be too off the mark, since I heard about one recently).

Either way, it’s been bothering me for a good part of the day.

A Baby And A Dog

Sometime last night, I had yet ANOTHER dream …

I was living by myself, and had this baby I was taking care of – about three or four months old and really cute; she kind of looked like me, so I’m assuming she was mine …

But then there was this dog – a mutt, I think – and there was something wrong with one of its front legs, so it was limping.

And all I remember was running around, trying to find an after-hours animal hospital to seek help for this dog – and finally finding one – all while trying to remember to feed, take care of, and generally not neglect the baby.

Man, it’s times like these when I’m glad I don’t remember what I dream about most of the time. Weird.

The Strangest Dream, Night Two …

As if last night’s tiger dream wasn’t odd enough …

I really must not be getting enough sleep, because I had another weird dream last night.

I was a student again, and I was applying for some special prize or the other. On this particular day, there was some sort of special test.

I just remember entering the room, really pissed off about something – I don’t even know what. I nudge past this tall-ish man in a suit; I mean, I brushed past him and didn’t care.

And then I hear a voice say, “Excuse me, are you … ?” and he says my name.

I turn around, and it’s the tall man I just brushed past. He’s got kind of an English accent, and for some reason, he looks like he’s sweating. I look down at the bottle he was holding, which had a red label, and looked like it was full of water. It seems like, in brushing past him, I caused him to spill his drink.

I apologize profusely and jump to get him some serviettes.

Before I know it, the people are gathering for this test. As it turns out, Tall Man is one of the important people related to this test – he sits down at a small rectangular table of equally official-looking people. Great.

And there’s a long table, almost as if it’s set up for a panel discussion. This long table is apparently where the prize candidates doing this special test will be sitting.

We get our tests, and as we’re looking at them waiting to start, this girl on my left says to me, “Oh look – it’s like a library test. I did these back in high school.”

“Library test?” I asked.

“Yeah”, the girl replied. “Haven’t you ever done this before?” The guy on my right and I give each other an, “are you KIDDING me?” look, and mutter no.

Then the test starts. The official-looking people from before have disappeared. But the adjudicator looks like this woman who’s my assignment editor at work in real life.

Everyone else is scribbling, some furiously; i’m thinking about how to answer the question. I notice our test sheets are these tiny rectangular cards. I finally go to fill mine out and notice it doesn’t look like the others at all.

The adjudicator says, “Don’t spend too much time on it. Just get it done as fast as you can.”

Perplexed, I turn my card over and over, and finally ask for a new one.

But I notice that the adjudicator and I are the only ones left in the room. Everyone has up and left. But how on earth … did everyone finish and leave while I wasn’t looking?

And that’s all I remember from the dream. I dunno what this means? Am I being left behind in some respect in my life. Am I GOING to be left behind unless I do something? And if so, what am I supposed to be doing to prevent this?