Dreams

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September 10, 2010

Last night I dreamed that I met Jamie, from Down Under, of Vox Popoli fame and drunken revelry.  He was really nice. Shorter than I expected.  And he helped me get “rid” of my husband who was a homeless bum.  Not my current husband of epic awesomeness, but rather, another husband who, frankly, needed to go bye-bye.

And then, Jamie and I walked arm in arm into my high school and stood in line to purchase doughnuts. Doughnuts which were in a cafeteria display that was almost six feet high.

Weird.

But in a positive light?

I had really cute shoes on.

  • That’s just… wow. I don’t know what to say. Heidi, I think you need some professional help.

  • You’re so funny. You’re going to be sad in Heaven when we bunk up and I have a whole closet of Tevos. God Likes them better than shiney shoes that hurt your feet. 🙂 I heard the shofar guy goes to the donut shop once a week, blows the shofar, and then goes in to eat donuts. . . . Fun.

  • Ahahahah!

    Don’t worry, I too have had occasional dreams involving people in the blogosphere. I never wrote them down though, so I’ve forgotten the details by now!

  • Weird dream, huh? Seems apropos where Jamie’s concerned. 🙂

  • Wow. Sounds like more fun than some of my current hormonally-induced weird dreams, though!

  • Doom

    You almost seem pleased with yourself about the dream? Fair enough, that is a worthy dream, especially since you had proper foot attire. *giggles*

    They say, though I never but I never believe them but work with me, that everyone in the dream is just us, somehow. I guess I was curious if you have a bit of Jamie in your blood, brain, will? Just testing the theory, don’t shoot the messenger!

  • Maybe the people that say that are just really self-centered, Doom. 😉

  • Hm… I shall test the theory. So I am a good time Charlie (I will confess that I can be, although I don’t drink to excess. It makes me mean not funny.), a worthless bum who should be “put down” and myself wearing cute shoes.

    Or it was a conglomeration of too much tv and too many late nights?

    And doughnuts?

    They are out of reach.

    If only THAT were true! 🙂

    I woke up laughing at myself. And who doesn’t enjoy sharing a bizarre dream?

  • So what did your husband say when you told him?

    Or is he still running?

  • AJW308

    Now if Jamie had the cute shoes,that would have been weird.

  • Serena

    I rarely remember my dreams but regularly get regaled with Jared’s and Joelle’s dreams. They remember theirs and they can be as weird as yours or weirder. It is probably a good thing I hardly ever remember mine, because they would most likely be even weirder. After all, my children regularly tell me I’m weird.

  • Doom

    What? I can’t hear you! Sound off, soldier. *grins*

Dreams

In Other News

Last night I dreamed that I met Jamie, from Down Under, of Vox Popoli fame and drunken revelry.  He was really nice. Shorter than I expected.  And he helped me get “rid” of my husband who was a homeless bum.  Not my current husband of epic awesomeness, but rather, another husband who, frankly, needed to go bye-bye.

And then, Jamie and I walked arm in arm into my high school and stood in line to purchase doughnuts. Doughnuts which were in a cafeteria display that was almost six feet high.

Weird.

But in a positive light?

I had really cute shoes on.