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Showing posts with label Dream Interpretation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dream Interpretation. Show all posts

Saturday, August 11, 2012

She Had A Dream

It's not her first dream, but it's the first dream she ever talked with me about. At far too early on a Saturday I was changing the twins and getting them dressed when the little blonde princess who was asleep, woke up and rubbing her eyes says "There's animals in there."
I laughed a little, and asked "What baby?"
She looked around, "Mommy where all animals go?"
I told her it was a dream, but she kept looking around, unsure at the age of two that the wonderful world of her sleep wasn't part of her waking world too. Finally as I was strapping up my foot (totally different blog post) she walked over to her Daddy's closet and pointed, "Animals asleep in there. Shhh Mommy don't open door."
Ah she sorted it out. The animals had gone to sleep. 
I agreed not to open the door and we went to make breakfast.

Now I'm wondering what sort of animals are sleeping in there.

She Had A Dream

It's not her first dream, but it's the first dream she ever talked with me about. At far too early on a Saturday I was changing the twins and getting them dressed when the little blonde princess who was asleep, woke up and rubbing her eyes says "There's animals in there."
I laughed a little, and asked "What baby?"
She looked around, "Mommy where all animals go?"
I told her it was a dream, but she kept looking around, unsure at the age of two that the wonderful world of her sleep wasn't part of her waking world too. Finally as I was strapping up my foot (totally different blog post) she walked over to her Daddy's closet and pointed, "Animals asleep in there. Shhh Mommy don't open door."
Ah she sorted it out. The animals had gone to sleep. 
I agreed not to open the door and we went to make breakfast.

Now I'm wondering what sort of animals are sleeping in there.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Some Dream Interpretation Required

This morning I dreamed that my husband was furious with Fred Schneider, from the B52s.
We had bought tickets to see the B52s on tour, and the tickets read "With Super Special VIP Guest Star FRED SCHNEIDER."

My husband was ranting about it, in my dream. About what a dick Fred Schneider was for pretending to be SOO much better than the rest of the band.

And then we ran into Fred in downtown Atlanta one day. He was clad in an orange and pink suit.

And my husband ran up to him and WENT OFF. Telling off Fred Schneider in a style that was nearly wicked, he really gave him what for.

Poor Fred. He didn't even see us coming.

Some Dream Interpretation Required

This morning I dreamed that my husband was furious with Fred Schneider, from the B52s.
We had bought tickets to see the B52s on tour, and the tickets read "With Super Special VIP Guest Star FRED SCHNEIDER."

My husband was ranting about it, in my dream. About what a dick Fred Schneider was for pretending to be SOO much better than the rest of the band.

And then we ran into Fred in downtown Atlanta one day. He was clad in an orange and pink suit.

And my husband ran up to him and WENT OFF. Telling off Fred Schneider in a style that was nearly wicked, he really gave him what for.

Poor Fred. He didn't even see us coming.