Apocalyptic Rambling...

Last night, nature reared its evil head and all hell broke loose. In my dream, sheet ice was everywhere, with lava flowing underneath. From time to time, a crack would form in the ice and lava would splash up. I was trying to help my mother across the street to safety. She was wearing a pink housecoat and slide on slippers. We were having a really difficult time navigating and time was of the essence. In the meantime, my cousin Susan was talking about how she liked the Blackberry and iPad that I have through work and was going with Mo and I to Venezuela. I questioned the wisdom of this trip to Venezuela and leaving the boys behind while the world came to an apparent end. Mo kept waving the fanned out airline tickets and saying, "Venezuela!" I pointed out that they were calling for severe storms and surges and tsunami like waves down the east coast (although, in my mind's eye, I was thinking that we needed to travel to Florida, which for some reason connected to Mexico and Central America).

We dashed into a Toys R Us and bought a toy fishing rod and a little boy, who was ice lava fishing, pulled up a 2' long fish made of compressed coral and yellow foam.

Next, we were dashing down the coast, and there were walls of waves rolling in. I ducked into an archway, formed from stone, coming out of a stone wall, and waves were crashing in around me as I hunkered in against the wall, hoping I'd be able to catch up with the others.

I don't have to look to far to know where all of this is coming from. Really.

Cruisin'....

I have been entertaining the thought of taking a cruise at some point. I am, however, terrified of being out in the ocean. I am struggling with the concept, but when I was in Florida, I stood on the beach, looked out at the horizon and thought, "Shit! I can't go out there!"

That being said, last night, I dreamed about being on a cruise to Iceland. The boat was anchored not too far off the shore. I was on the deck. A MASSIVE wave, four stories or five stories high, formed. I watched it grow and thought that it would certainly crash down and smash the ship. However, right as it came near to the boat, it quietly slipped UNDER the ship and the boat barely rippled.

We went onto the shore and everyone was going to take a little shuttle boat ride. An Iceland native, an old man, hooked a cheesy set of seats to the back of the last row of seats and he drove this small boat contraption with separate rows of seats through a very cold canal system, a la Venice, to a series of shops in this town.

Blasts from the Past in Very Strange Settings...

While on a trip to DC, I had a dream about being in a hotel. Two key people from my past were present. First, my dear friend, D, who spent much of his late teens hanging at our apartment in the 1980s, was there, wearing a bathrobe. When he flopped petulantly into a chair, the robe parted, revealing that he was wearing a peach silk, 1930s style negligee.

Also present was my college roomie, who had shaved her head, but it had scabby sores all over it. I was trying not to be grossed out, but I couldn't stop staring and wondering what had caused them.

Dude! Florida's Goin' Under!

I had a very vivid dream last night about Florida...a place that I feel a little better about than before Disney. I was driving across the Skyway Bridge, but it was low to the water, more like the bridges on the way down to the Keys. There were waves lapping up over the sides of the bridge from both directions and cars were starting lose traction. I had a flashback to when I was 17 and I was trying to get across a little bridge in my Mustang and the water from the creek, which was high, nearly washed me off the bridge. I sped up and got across the bridge, finding myself on an island.

Everyone there seemed content with the knowledge that they were going to be flooded out in a very short period of time. I was questioning them about if we could get a plane in? Why not? They have planes that land on water! This happens all the time, there has to be a contingency plan! I was clearly not going down without a fight.

Everyone was just kind of wandering about, and the water was rising. Me? I was looking for a boat and calling for a plane.

All by myself.

They're serving duck for breakfast...

You should know that I am an animal lover.....I love little baby critters and that is why last night was just so unnerving.

There was, near my work, a field that had a lot of grass that was pushed down and straw and I realized, that there were eggs hidden underneath that were hatching....there were yellow ducks and brown ducks...all just hatching out and trying to get out from under the grass that was covering them. So, I was trying to left the grass away, while talking baby talk to all of these little fuzzy ducks. I had moved down the way and realized that next to me was an orange tabby cat. I gently nudged it away, not wanting to be mean, but realizing the danger of having it there. It belched loudly, and smacked its lips. I was horrified, realizing that it had had breakfast....and then I realized that I was hearing a noise from under the straw near where I was sitting, so I pulled THAT back. There was a gray cat there. At this point, the field of ducklings generated all of the stress that sitting in a mine field would have done.

It wasn't all so cute any more. Da-da-da-daaaaaaaaaa. Ominous.

Food Service Worker?

Last night, for some reason, I was doing some consultant work with a large group of Ninjas. There was an enemy faction that was planning to attack them and somehow I was the one who had come into possession of that information.

We were back in a very thick forest with a stream and vines all around and we were holding a dinner to get the good Ninjas together to discuss what should be done about the plan to randomly attack them (apparently this was to occur when they were traveling in small groups - like small packs of Ninja).

Of course, while I was trying to manage the logistics of this entire event, someone brought to me a sample of the cream cheese to show me that the packets had been left out for too long and it was getting watery - separating from not being kept cold enough. Yeah, because we all know that Ninja are ALL ABOUT the cream cheese.

Fin.

Crashin' My Neighbors -

While my husband took my son to NC the weekend after Christmas, I took over the kid's job of feeding our neighbors' fish while they were in Europe. The disturbing Friday night dream was this:

In my pajamas, I wandered across the cul de sac and opened the neighbors' front door. It was much later than I had been feeding the fish, in fact, it was in the middle of the night. So, I opened the door and went in, and heard the beeping of the alarm system (which they do not have). At that time. Mr. Neighbor came downstairs in his pajamas, perturbed at my intrusion. He was firing off a lot of questions about why I was there and I tried to answer, but I was so tired - Frankly, my answers sounded like I was wasted. Mrs. Neighbor came down in her jammies, carrying a Vera Bradley bag, obviously hiding the valuables and cash from me.

I apologized for my confusion, citing that I wasn't aware that they were back yet and wandered back to my own house, freaking out at the horribly uncomfortable moment I had just had and wondering how I was going to deal with them going forward.