I've been both distracted by other things and not remembering many of my dreams lately. That's too bad, since I know I've had some very strange ones--I just can't remember them. All I remember of last night's was that I was comforting a rather distraught Suri Cruise (??)*. I don't know why she was distraught or why I was there with her, but I felt very self-satisfied, like the Cool, Understanding Aunt. I have no idea what I said to her, but it felt like a very profound nugget of wisdom that every little girl should hear but that few were lucky enough to be told.
*I think this might have been inspired by having spent some time recently plunged down the rabbit hole otherwise known as The Sun**. They seem to have an unhealthy obsession with the little tyke's wardrobe and sleep/wake schedule.
**Follow that link at your own risk. Side effects may include schadenfreude, nausea, confusion, and disappearance of significant amounts of time.
Showing posts with label tabloids. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tabloids. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Like You Don't Read The Tabloids Too While You're Waiting In Line At The Grocery Store!
I haven't remembered any dreams in a really long time with the exception of several snippets involving a spider on the wall or the ceiling. Um yeah, not really liking those dreams so much...
This one was from earlier in the week and is the one I remember the most clearly in a long while. There's a blogger I'm following who recently posted that she's in the hospital. And this is my dream:
I was standing in line at Walmart, waiting to pay for the items in my cart. While waiting for the person in front of me to finish, I was perusing the tabloids. What better way to pass the time, right? I opened one up and right there, in the tabloid, was a story about my bloggy friend being in the hospital. I was really shocked! Not because I didn't know she was in the hospital, because I did. What shocked me is that I didn't expect the tabloid to write about it. After finishing the story, I set it aside and picked up another tabloid, which also had a story about my bloggy buddy. Finally, it was my turn and as I was stacking my items on the belt thingie, I remember thinking, "Wow, who knew Juliana was so famous?"
When I woke up from that dream, my first thought was that she had died. I'm sure she hasn't. She may still be in the hospital or if she's not, she's probably still not feeling well. But each day that passes and she hasn't posted, that thought comes back to me. I hope she's ok.
This one was from earlier in the week and is the one I remember the most clearly in a long while. There's a blogger I'm following who recently posted that she's in the hospital. And this is my dream:
I was standing in line at Walmart, waiting to pay for the items in my cart. While waiting for the person in front of me to finish, I was perusing the tabloids. What better way to pass the time, right? I opened one up and right there, in the tabloid, was a story about my bloggy friend being in the hospital. I was really shocked! Not because I didn't know she was in the hospital, because I did. What shocked me is that I didn't expect the tabloid to write about it. After finishing the story, I set it aside and picked up another tabloid, which also had a story about my bloggy buddy. Finally, it was my turn and as I was stacking my items on the belt thingie, I remember thinking, "Wow, who knew Juliana was so famous?"
When I woke up from that dream, my first thought was that she had died. I'm sure she hasn't. She may still be in the hospital or if she's not, she's probably still not feeling well. But each day that passes and she hasn't posted, that thought comes back to me. I hope she's ok.
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