Sunday, August 31, 2008

dreams and ice cream

We stumbled upon a Haagen Daaz ice cream store yesterday in Palo Alto (free museum on the campus of Stanford that's awesome for those of you in the Bay area). 

anyway, so first of all, Shawn's only had Haagen Daaz ice cream a handful of times and only Haagen Daaz coffee ice cream once. and he loved it. of course he loved it. so i made him let us go in and get some. I chose coffee mocha chip. the best thing in the world. and that made my day. i mean it was a gorgeous day and the museum was fun and going into a two-story Crate & Barrel was way fun, but the ice cream did it for me. 

so then we get home and don't really have dinner. i choose to have an ice cream sandwich as my little bite to eat before bed. i hardly have a little bite to eat before bed any more, but i figured since i didn't have dinner, i could choose this. so as i'm taking the first few bites, shawn says, 'that's gonna give you nightmares, along with the haagen daaz.' i reply back, 'no, you saying that it's going to give me nightmares is going to give me nightmares.' 

going to bed, i thought nothing of that conversation.

well...two different times i had 'disturbing dreams' 

the first one, i got abducted by this guy around my age. he didn't look all that scary, but i was hiding from them coming after us (who knows who us was and who knows why we were in the woods behind the building we were hanging out in because we knew they were coming to get us but why they were coming to get us, again i don't know). but anyway, i was hiding next to a big tree because they were trying to find us in their cars, so i thought, they can't get close enough to me if i'm next to a tree. well someway or another, the dude caught me. but we were in public and i was trying to make people believe that he had kidnapped me and was doing bad things to me, but because he looked so normal, no one would believe me. finally, i ran into a group of guys who knew me and i was able to explain to them the scenario. and finally the abductor let me out of his sight long enough for me to run away. and the guys said they were going to take care of him. so i start running and it's night fall and i end up in this neighborhood and i realize it's the neighborhood of some family i use to live with (not in real life, but in the reality of the dream life i was living). so i made it to their house and i just ran inside. there were kids there and they didn't recognize me, but the mom did and i told her what had happened and she let me stay....then i woke up .

so then i tried going back to sleep to have a good dream. i had woken up right before the alarm went off. so then i fell back asleep and dreamt that shawn and i were looking for something and he realized that we had never moved anything out of the storage space in the old apartment (we didn't have a storage space in the old apartment, just in the dream life of the old apartment). so some friends of ours were over when we realized this so the four of us went over and first wanted to see if we'd left it in the apartment itself. so we just walked in (the door was open, the 'new' people hadn't fully moved in yet...something about they had to paint or something). so we checked and our stuff wasn't in there, but we were hoping since the new people hadn't fully moved in that they wouldn't have looked in the storage room yet. so we got to the storage room, and sure enough all our stuff was in there. i woke up as we were moving stuff out of there and walking it down the street to our new place...

anybody out there into interpreting dreams?

and now back to doing laundry...

1 Comments:

At 8:36 AM, Blogger Sharona said...

I think one of the reasons I love hearing about dreams so much is just because it's such an exciting STORY. It can go ANYwhere! And ANYthing can happen! Like, 'okay, we're running from the bad guys, we're running from the bad guys, WHOA WHERE DID THAT FAIRY COME FROM??'

I have a theory that the Haagen Daaz actually gave you the GOOD parts of your dreams: the sanctuary in the family home, the lost items found. Thank you, merciful Haagen Daaz. If it weren't for your sweet touch, who knows WHAT would've happened!

 

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