The first thing I dreamed was that Erick wanted to move to Terre Haute. It had to do with being closer to Clay City, although I don't know why since it's not really closer to Clay City. He wanted to sell the house and I was really upset about it. I threatened to refuse to sign at the closing if he went through with it. He said that he felt God wanted us to move to Terre Haute and I told him that God didn't tell me we were supposed to move.
Then I dreamed that I had received a big gift bag full of baby items, including a baby. I was like, "Great. A baby. What am I going to do with that?" I decided to take them back to Walmart and return them, but I wasn't sure where they were purchased and I couldn't find a bar code or UPC number on any of them. Whoever gave me the gifts also gave me some money, and I knew Walmart would take that back even without a bar code. So I took them and I was also doing the return from behind the service desk. I assumed that the person who gave me the items was behaving unethically and so I wrote a scathing note to the gifter on the receipt. Then I noticed that one of the gifts was a bag of Pampers, and I realized that it must have actually been a promotional gift from Pampers. I was immediately embarrased for my assumption and scribbled out my note.
Later on I tried out for a play, and so did Erick. Both of us got parts and I just assumed that he would be the hero and I would be his fair lady. When I saw NeeDee (a cashier at work) come out in a costume that was embroidered with suns, and I saw that Erick's costume was also embroidered with suns, I knew that she had gotten the part I wanted. I cried on Erick's shoulder for awhile because I was so disappointed. Then I wandered through the streets looking as sad as I could hoping for someone to stop and say, "What's the matter, beautiful lady? Why are you crying?" But no one did. Everyone agreed that NeeDee was much more talented and beautiful and a better singer to boot.
Then I was in a room with a bunch of hillbillies who had some musical instruments that would not play in tune no matter how hard they tried. I knew the reason for it had to do with magic and that only I could play those instruments and make them sound right, but nobody cared about my opinion. The various cousins had a skein of green yarn tied to the ceiling and were jumping up on the yarn to tell how many greats they were in relation to grandmother. One of them jumped all the way up to the ceiling to tell that Grandma was her great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother, and then she lost her grip and fell below.
We knew that the viper was going to have a lot of extra eggs to eat and was therefore going to grow much larger than usual, so we all barred the gates. The viper, sure enough, tried to get in and eat us all up, but we held him back by our collective strength. He tried to pry open the lock, but we sneaked over with a spritz bottle full of bleach and sprayed it all over the bars of the gate. The bleach dissolved the iron bars and we were able to break the gate through and escape. We managed to put the measuring cups and pie server back where they were supposed to have been before the chef noticed.
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