Dream a little dream

I can't help but find dreams entertaining. I mean, I am insane enough when I am awake, but when I am sleeping... wow.

Here are just a few themes/tidbits from the nighttime mental wanderings of the last week. The symbolism of most of them are not lost on me...! This is what I get when I combine tidbits of conversations, real life worries, Tolstoy before sleep, lots of comfort food and my own special brand of lunacy.

1. Daniel got a new (second) job at JCPenney, about which he was very excited. I went to pick him up on a Saturday night, and he came out to the car long enough to tell me he was going to be working tomorrow, Sunday, too... and wasn't that great? I wasn't so sure. I followed him back into the store (which was very strange and featured over-turned old beaters of sofas, among other things that I don't expect to see at Penneys) found him in a back office somewhere, and explained that the rather pitiful hourly rate they were paying probably wasn't worth the time lost "working" there when he could be doing other things. He thought for a moment, agreed, and quit.

2. Daniel and I were looking for a little boy of maybe 8 years of age - he wasn't ours, but we had misplaced him somehow and I knew we needed to find him. Perhaps we were babysitting? I don't know. Anyway, we'd been looking for a while and he just wasn't turning up. Finally, I stopped Daniel and said, "This is only a dream. He's not really lost. When we wake up he is certain to be right where he belongs." We went back about our dreamy business, content that he no longer needed finding.

3. I had an suckling infant boy. This one was mine. It was probably no more than a year old in physical development, but it was about 30 intellectually, which became clear when it began talking to me of serious philosophical matters. I don't remember much of what he said, and I am not sure it matters. He reminded me of a much more human and much more pleasant version of the "Stewy" character from The Family Guy TV series. (Not that I would ever watch such drivel, of course). I just remember that the baby was happy to talk about very serious matters between unsuccessful attempts to nurse--he also seemed to enjoy changes of clothing. Thankfully, his diaper never needed tending.

4. I was in some huge crate-like self-propelled wooden wagon with a bunch of people -- mostly people I don't know. My parents and a variety of friends were in or around the wagon, and we were all in a street somewhere (I have no idea where) that was very full of traffic and people -- almost like there was a parade or festival going on. Up next to the wagon pulled the most bizarre and enormous carriage, pulled by a team of four large white horses--each richly decorated like carousel horses. That wasn't so strange, until I noticed that on each of the horses stood a largish goat (similarly adorned), and on each of the goats stood a small pony (Shetland, maybe) each of which, in turn, was being ridden by small children. Somehow one of the friends in the wagon thing with me decided that the children weren't safe up there, so we helped them down and into the wagon. At that point the wagon was quite crowded, so my friend hopped out and began running ahead of the wagon, pulling it along by pulling on my hand as I held on to the wagon. He eventually tired of running and pulling and just ran away, and the wagon moved on of its own accord. Meanwhile, people bustled and chatted and walked along as if nothing whatsoever was strange about this picture.

Okay, sooo. There are mine. Now I want to hear about your dreams. :) What has your sub-conscious mind thought up lately?