Wuh?
The thing about having so much to do these last three weeks of the semester is you basically stay cranked up the entire time. Even your sleep is cranked up.
You know - the kind where there's a steady stream of dreams where you're running to catch something, or late for class, or deconstructing course lectures over and over. You wake up more exhausted than when you went to sleep.
Last night was no exception.
I had a bizarre dream that a friend of mine died and I got her two kids. A little girl and a baby boy with white-blonde hair. I don't even have any friends with two kids, so I was wracking my brain trying to figure out what it was all about.
Now, before you jump to biological clock conclusions, I should say that I don't think I even want to have kids, so that's not it. (In response to your exasperation and the question "What's wrong with you?!" ... I just don't forsee my life being the kind of stable environment that kids need. I want to travel a lot and be able to change careers whenever, and that's just not fair to kids.)
The boy was happy, but a poop-factory. I was trying to devise diapers from towels, ill-prepared for caring for an infant.
As I was trying to analyze I thought, it's one thing to dream about wanting kids, or having kids yourself, but just getting kids? Strange. Very strange.
Then I remembered. The dream book!
Back in our Junior High days, my friend T gave me a book of dream interpretations. I think we were shopping in the Pottery Mall one day and came across it. Since we used to spend hours on the phone analyzing every detail of our teen lives, it was particularly fitting.
So I pulled the dream book off the shelf (yes, I brought it with me to NYC) to see what it had to say. Now, I realize you're probably thinking that these types of books are written so vague that they'll fit practically anything. It's like fortune cookies. But, I'm skeptical. You can look at the subject next to the one you're reading and it just doesn't fit.
I quote:
Baby - This is a very auspicious dream to have, as it symbolizes happiness and success in everything you do. It also indicates that you are exhausted because of the repeated failure of something you are involved in at work, leading to a general feeling of hopelessness.
Policy brief? Anyone, anyone?
truly bizarre.
Posted by Amanda at December 14, 2002 01:10 PM
