Last night I dreamed I was trying to organize my own wedding and manage a tank full of capuchin monkeys at the same time. I was trying to get the monkeys out of a van and into this house where the wedding was, and I couldn't find the groom. My entire family was running around fussing with things, and I was furious that they wouldn't focus on the fact that we needed to get the monkeys out of the van and into an enclosed room in the house before we needed to fluff the flowers and straighten dresses, not to mention finding the guy I'm marrying.
My ex boyfriend showed up just as I was about to lose my shit. He grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me a little, then we went to work. He proved to be the only person who could come up with effective solutions as well as take specified directions. We taped off a side kitchen, drove the van up to the door, let the monkeys into the kitchen and went in to sit down ourselves. A monkey fell asleep on my shoulder, and my family kept knocking on the door, but I was so tired, I just let them knock.
Also, if any of you find yourselves sleeping with or near me, please punch me in the arm and say "Hey! Put your mouthguard in, stupid! You paid good money for that!"
Come back, range of motion in neck and shoulders, come back!
Posted by: sonya at May 21, 2004 09:04 AMK, did you read about Going Jesus' wedding? Cause if you look at her blog you'll be amazed. Your dream is very close to her reality.
GREAT dream! way fun to read. Dreams rock.
Mouthguards rule, keep on wearin that thang!
Posted by: Wow at May 21, 2004 10:46 AMThis sounds like a spot-on metaphor for my life. *SIGH*
Posted by: yukino at May 21, 2004 11:14 AMi mean goddamn it sonya, i'm over here at niki's (who i bet you didn't know was one of my best girls) and her cat's all asleep with his head on a roll of twine, and i've been out drinking some thor's hammer, and that's just so damn smute that there's just one thing i could possibly say:
i totally heart you!
Posted by: sue at May 23, 2004 12:14 AMI have a recurrent dream
Everytime I loose my voice
I swallow little glowing lights
My mother and son baked for me
And during the night
They do a trapeze walk
Until they're in the sky
Right above my bed
While I'm asleep
My mother and son pour into me
Warm glowing oil
Into my wide open throat
Bjork-Heirloom