If you've been reading my blog for awhile, you know that I'm a bit obsessed with dreams. Sure, the experts all say that everyone dreams, but for whatever reason I rarely could tell you about one. I simply don't remember mine.
Which leads me to last week. I overslept on Wednesday and when I did wake up it was to the roar of a gardener's leaf blower. Wait! Stop the leaves! I clearly recalled a dream. I've read that you should write down a dream immediately upon waking as the dream memory will fade quickly. So here's what I wrote:
Worst dream last night. (Yes, annoying as it is, I even use punctuation early in the morning.)
My friend's daughter was getting married and I was trying to get to the wedding. I could see other guests arriving. I could hear the music but I couldn't find the garden where the ceremony was taking place.
Guy threw up on me in the elevator.
Okay, let's dissect this: I was attempting to get to the wedding. While I could hear music and see people, I couldn't find the garden where the wedding was being held. That's actually a very common type of dream, right? You are late for (fill in the blank) and can't find your (fill in another blank) and you (yet another blank). I mean, this scenario would make any dream researcher yawn.
But then you add in the elevator incident and things get interesting.
Back to said dream: The elevator door opens and I step on. A very good-looking man is is standing to one side. He takes a long look at me and arches an eyebrow. I step into the elevator, the doors close. I ask the (emphasize good looking) man if he is going to the wedding. I go on to explain that I've been trying and trying to find the wedding but to no avail. The man looks at me intently but says nothing. I am nervous and keep talking and talking. I cannot stop talking.
Just as the elevator stops, the (did I mention he was good-looking?) man moves from his corner of the elevator over to mine. He looks me square in the eye and then he throws up on me. The elevator doors open and...
I wake up to the sound of the leaf blower.
Now the elevator part of the dream is pretty weird and disturbing -- but more importantly what does it mean? Do I talk too much and it makes people (especially men) want to lose their lunch? Could I be jealous of others who are finding love again and getting married? Am I avoiding issues surrounding my own failed marriage? Could it possibly mean that I should never ever get married again? Maybe that it is totally fine to run off with a good-looking man that I encounter in an elevator --once he recovers from food poisoning?
Or, do I just need blog topics and my subconscious is doing its own twisted part to help me out? Damn that leaf blower.