July 18, 2004

Dream a little dream...

I think I'd be much happier if I'd just stop having bizarre dreams -- for the past few days, I've been waking up in some pretty terrible moods that can't be calmed by a nice dose of morning talk-show banter.

Dream One: Shopping Trip from Hell

  • Setting: The Gap (which looks like a Ralph Lauren Polo store)
  • Rising Action: I walk into the Gap, happy as can be, and after a few moments of looking at sweaters, a big tough guy comes up to me and tries to steal my purse. (The purse is my light green Nine West summer bag -- very precious.)
  • Climax: I attack him, kicking him until I am able to rip my purse out of his grimy, crime-stained paws.
  • Falling Action: I open up my wallet, only to find photocopies of my credit cards! The miserable excuse for a human being must have stolen them, and inserted photocopies just to taunt me! I call the credit card company, am put on hold, and then the customer service lady tells me that it costs $45 to cancel a card due to theft. I get into a verbal altercation with the lady.
  • Resolution: I wake up.

    Dream Two: Earwigs Attack

  • Setting: My bedroom.
  • Rising Action: I wake up and notice two gigantic earwigs (creepy looking bugs with little horns, except the dream version looked more like salamanders with antenae) and two meaty-looking daddy-long-leg spiders on the wall.
  • Climax: The earwigs attack the spiders, ripping them apart and getting blood all over my calming sage-green walls.
  • Falling Action/Resolution: Didn't happen -- I woke up.

    Dream Three: I'll Have the Alfredo, Please

  • Setting: Pizza Hut.
  • Non-Plot: I walk into a Pizza Hut with my mom and order pasta alfredo(!). I, even in dreamworld, cannot eat tomatoes. Very depressing.

    Yeah, so I'm no longer drinking milk before bed. Whoever said that helps you fall asleep skipped the part where it gives you freaky dreams.

    Posted by Julie Young at July 18, 2004 11:02 PM
    • Comments

    First...why am I not surprised that you had a dream where a (nine west) purse was a major component!

    Second...I have also been having bizarre dreams although I cannot remember the details as vividly as you I seem to always be in western PA with IUP/SHU people. Could this be an unconcious form of "homesickness"? Maybe.

    Third...you have always had bad luck with milk. Do you not remember last summer? :)

    Posted by: Robin at July 19, 2004 01:52 PM

    It seems you are referring to the unfortunate summer in which I packed on the pounds, thanks to overconsumption of chocolate milk. :)

    Posted by: Julie at July 19, 2004 11:09 PM

    I am. But I was surprised because of all of the walking (and then pop-ice eating) we did before watching for Love or Money in Ambers apartment!

    Posted by: Robin at July 20, 2004 10:35 AM

    What's pop-ice? I assume it's the long, skinny popsicle-ish things that I call Freeze-pops. Am I correct?

    Posted by: Donna at July 20, 2004 02:09 PM

    Yuppers! Pop-ice must be the west-of-York translation. :)

    Posted by: Julie at July 20, 2004 10:57 PM

    I swear, it's like a whole other country.

    Posted by: Donna at July 21, 2004 08:58 AM

    So, are you going to post your big news, Julie? I was all ready to link to it!

    Posted by: Dennis G. Jerz at July 23, 2004 05:29 PM
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