Spiced and Stumped...

I don't have any idea what my dream was about this morning.  First off, let me tell you about my dream cycles.  They pretty much suck.  I don't dream in the middle of the night.  No...I am one of those unlucky ladies who doesn't start dreaming until around 7 AM so that, when it is time to wake up for the day, I come crashing out of a dream into the harsh light of day.  Ever done that?  It hurts.  Not in the sense of "ouch, I stubbed my toe or got a paper cut" kind of pain.  In the sense of the discomfort one feels when their bladder wakes them up in the middle of the night and they stumble and drag their incredibly drowsy body from the bed, to the bathroom and back to bed again.  So, when I wake up in the morning, it isn't gradual.  It is basically like getting up at 2 AM and staying up for the rest of the day.  It hurts and it sucks.  The only decent thing about it is that I tend to get to remember most of my dreams.

So, here was the dream I woke up from this morning.  It was weird and has me stumped.  I don't know what in God's name is in my head that conjured this craziness up.  In my dream, I went through something traumatic.  I don't recall what the trauma was.  No idea.  All I know is that it was something that caused me to have panic attacks in my dream world and, the only thing that would calm me down was pepper.  Yes...that kind of pepper.  I would eat a little bit of it in my dream and my panic would subside.  Now, I like pepper.  I don't love it and usually only cook with it maybe once or twice a week. But, I don't love it.  Don't use it on a salad or whatever most people sprinkle pepper on at the dinner table.  In fact, it was only somewhere around 2 years ago that I decided that I did like to use it in cooking.  Until then, I stayed away from it entirely.   Now that you know my background relationship with pepper, allow me to delve a little further into this weird ass dream.  Near the end of my dream, something triggered a panic attack, again...no idea what triggered it or what traumatic incident happened earlier in the dream but, I started having one.  And, upon being questioned by some people in my dream, I revealed to them that the only thing that would calm me down was some pepper.  No one would give me any.  And, I seem to recall that people in my dream had little supplies of it.  What?  Who carries around pepper wherever they go?   One guy did.  Would you believe that?  But, back to that in a moment.  The group of people that I sat down with in the midst of my panic attack implied that I was an addict.  I think one girl suggested that I was faking my panic attack.  And, none of the girls in my dream were comforting or at all helpful.  But, the guy that came up to our table said he had some pepper to spare and offered to give me some...then I woke up.

What do you make of such a crazy dream?  It is, without a doubt, one of the most bizarre dreams that I have had in my entire life.  I don't know what pepper has to do with anything.  Perhaps a good cup of coffee would be something I would understand better.  Maybe a piece of banana flavored Laffy Taffy? Even a sip of water.  But...pepper?

My unconscious mind is a mysterious place.

A Sad Move

Wow! It has been a super long time since I last posted on this one so, since I remember what I dreamed about last night, I'll tell you all.  It was sad. In last night's dream, my hubby and I bought a new house.  It was quick, which I remember thinking how rushed it felt in my dream.  We looked at a house and, even though I wasn't thrilled with it, we bought it.  I was annoyed that, despite our lesson learned with our real life house, our new house in my dream also didn't have a basement.  And, please don't think me a materialistic lady but, about a year and a half or 2 ago, we got our kitchen counters made over.  We have the MOST beautiful granite counter tops now and, I was sad to have a new home without our beautiful granite.  It took us about 5 years to find our granite.  Mostly because we would look for brief moments of time, get frustrated, stop looking and go for a year before we started looking again.  So, we put some time and effort into finding the perfect, most beautiful granite and, to leave it behind in this house has always made me want to stay in this house for the rest of my life.  So, I'm not entirely surprised that it would touch me in my dream as well.  And, finally...I was sad to be leaving my house for a new one because I would be leaving my first house behind.  I would be leaving 10 years of memories behind.  I would be leaving the home in which we raised our dog, Frizbee, from a puppy to an old man whom we only very recently had to send to Heaven.  I would be leaving the house in which I lived for a year as a fiancee and have lived the last 9 years as a bride.  I would be leaving every giggle, hearty laugh, tear and sob for the past 10 years behind.  Family get togethers, friendly gatherings and basically, a decade of my life.  Now, I know it isn't the first move I've made.  Heck, I moved from Ohio to Georgia so, I could handle it and, I really do fancy myself someone who adapts to change amazingly.  I am always up for an adventure, which is why the move from Ohio to Georgia was a pretty easy move for me to make.  But, maybe as I approach 40 years of age, I am starting to feel my roots a little more than I did in my late 20's.  Who knows?  All I know is that I have carried that dream around in my head today and, it has had me a bit unsettled.


For now, I am happily Home Sweet Home!

Pools and a Party...But Whose?

After a few days where I couldn't remember any of my dreams, I finally had a memorable one last night. I was at either a mansion with several pools and 4 levels or a hotel. I'm not sure which. Anyway, I was wandering around the building and I get the feeling I was there for a party and I think I was the guest of honor. I was supposed to be changing into my party clothes but, I didn't seem to want to. There were some kids in my dream and I was hanging out with them for a while. Then there were some guys in it and I started hanging out with them. At some point, my cat got out and I had to try to sneak up on her and grab her before she got lost. She was headed for a fence and I knew that if she could get to it before I could catch her, she would climb it, jump over the other side and be gone forever. I don't know whether I caught her or not. Then, I was back at the party and still seemingly shirking my Guest of Honor duties by trying to stay hidden from the hostesses. Next thing I remember, I was asked to help some of the kids find a turtle and a lizard. I found them in a hall that led outside to what I think was another pool.

That's it. I don't remember anything else.

Meteor Shower

The first thing I remember from Monday night's dream was being on a ship or a boat or a condo, somewhere surrounded by water. We were inside whatever it was that we were on or in and a girl was worrying by the window because she kept looking outside at the sky expecting to see someone. I don't know if she was waiting for an airplane to get in or what she was doing but, she kept saying that she couldn't see them. I looked outside at the sky and saw the most spectacular meteor shower. Millions, if not billions of stars were falling from the sky. I was ecstatically trying to get everyone to see the shower and one guy walked up and tried to catch it but he only caught the tail end of it, which was a much smaller display and I remember feeling a little disappointed that no one else saw it at its height of beauty like I did. I felt bad for the guy because he only saw a couple dozen stars fall when I got to see millions or billions of them.
The next part of my dream was with that same guy and my friend Kelly and another girl. We were talking about the Twilight books and Kelly, who is not the biggest fan of the books in reality, said she had started reading the third book and was now a huge fan and couldn't wait to get to the end of it. Then the man told us that his son-in-law and daughter read some book that was based on some deaths that had happened in the house that they live in. The people in the book had all died in their house.
That is all I can remember although, immediately after I woke up, I remember that there was a quote from my dream that I wanted to remember but, within a minute of having woken up, I completely forgot the quote.

Homeless, College, Vampires...what else?

Last night's dream was all over the place. The first thing I remember was being on a date with some guy who ditched me for 2 or 3 women. I took my dress off and was wearing just a slip, maybe in an effort to show him what he was missing...which I can assure you, is nothing I would ever do. I left the restaurant and was wandering around what seemed to be my old college in Kent State in Ohio. I came across a guy who was working outside and we flirted a little and then I went on my way again. At one point I was crawling on the ground and something instinctively told me I was about 2 and a half inches from danger which I later found out was a vampire under ground. Yea...I know. I have some seriously random stuff that happens in my dreams and when I wake up, they are like little snapshots that don't seem to fit together or make much sense.
Moving on, next I was walking down a street with stores, bars and restaurants, looking for a place to ditch a shopping cart that I inexplicably found myself in possession of and I ended up leaving it on the side of the curb outside of what may have been a soup kitchen. There was a patio where a homeless was eating with some of his buddies and he somehow knew that I was from the Cleveland area of Ohio. And, I get the sense that I was back in Georgia during this part of my dream because the homeless man was talking about having moved from Ohio and liking the weather better here. I spoke with him briefly and excused myself. At this point in the dream I seemed to have been trying to get somewhere without being found or while going unnoticed. I snuck through a restaurant from the back door to the front, which seemed to be the same soup kitchen, or restaurant, that the homeless guy had been because I remember not wanting him to see me again.
That seems to be the end of the dream as that is all I can remember.
I have got to figure out why I have such random dreams. There never seems to be much rhyme or reason to them.

A Pregnant Musical

I ran behind this weekend so, here's me trying to get up-to-date.
Saturday's dream was all about a musical. In this musical, all the girls were supposed to be pregnant. Our director had a scene for us in which we were supposed to wear a leopard print dress or bathing suit. Something happened to me in the dream that had me unable to attend rehearsals for a while so I had to play catchup when I was finally cleared to get back in there. I was struggling to get caught up. I asked one of my friends where to find the leopard print dress or bathing suit that I needed for the scene and she got snide with me. She pointed down the street and said, "down there" but when I asked her for more information she told me that I could find it by myself and that she wasn't going to help me.
The only other thing I remember from this dream was that I had a stylish short haircut but, I was still upset by it as I missed my long hair. I don't know why I keep dreaming about having short hairstyles. I don't have any intentions of cutting my hair short. But, it seems to be a reoccurring theme in my dreams of late.

Burgers or Chicken?

Last night's dream was all about party preparation. The party wasn't at my current house though. It was more like a scene out of Sanford and Son. It was kind of a cramped, pack rat, rusty shack-like location. There was a big tall guy that resembled Malcom Jamal Warner back when he had dreadlocks and when I told my hubby that he was one of the people coming to our party, I said his name was Moses. He had a daughter who he said was 12 years old but, in my dream, she was in a stroller and she didn't look 12 years old. He appeared in my dream twice. Both at my house and at the grocery store. There were several familiar people in my dream this time. One of my elementary school friends, Heather, was in it briefly. A guy from college named Joe. And, 2 of my hubby's friends, Mike and Larry, were in it. I know there were more familiars but, I can't recall them right now.
I was trying to get a head count at one point in order to figure out how many burgers I would need. There was even quite a bit of interest in the burgers in my dream. At one point, I had a recipe for burgers with salsa mixed in. I was shopping for the buns when I was at the grocery store. Then I was back at home trying to figure out if we had enough frozen burger patties for everyone and suddenly I realized that they weren't burgers. They were barbequed chicken breasts so, the people were going to have to make due with chicken instead of beef.
That is all I can recall. It really seemed to be more about the burgers than anything else. I must have been hungry in my sleep.