Randomness

i don't know why but i haven't been able to really remember most of my dreams in a very long time.  these probably aren't worth mentioning but i'm going to anyways...

i had gone to the doctor for some reason, i guess i must've had some problems walking or something.  the doctor cut into my heel and pulled out a comb!  this procedure didn't seem to be in a hospital, it was all done in his office.  i remember being quite surprised and apparently didn't realize there was a comb stuck in my foot.  some time passed in the dream and i don't really know what happened, i was just very aware that some other things had occured that i wasn't consciously recollecting.  the next thing i remember is walking along and thinking i needed to fix my hair.  evidently, the doctor didn't stitch up my foot where he'd cut it because i stopped and took off my shoe.  i then reached in and pulled the comb out of my heel and combed my hair.  when i was done, i stuck it back in my foot, put on my shoe and went about my merry way.  the oddest part of this whole dream is that the comb was never bloody or anything. 

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in real life, i volunteer at a place that hands out food to the poor and homeless once a week.  i dreamed that i was working there and had cut my pinky finger.  it appeared to be a very deep cut but didn't seem to hurt.  i went to one of the ladies that works there and asked for a band-aid.  i showed her my cut and instead of being concerned, she told me where to find the band-aids and stressed very strongly that i needed to use a "size appropriate band-aid."  since the cut was small, she wanted me to use only a small band-aid.  another worker came into the room just as i was finishing up putting on the band-aid and she showed me she'd just cut herself too.  her cut was small and she used a rather large band-aid to cover it, much larger than she needed.  i wondered why it was ok for her to use a large one but i was instructed to use a small one.

furniture, not clothes!

Last night I dreamed that my husband and I were going to meet another couple to go for a walk (this is not a couple I've ever met, I just like the girl's blog). I was pretty happy about it because they seemed like nice, interesting people. It occurred to me that maybe she would be interested in helping us pick out a couch; as we were getting ready to go I noticed a nasty stain on ours (not our actual couch, but sort of an old, ugly, slip-covered Hide-a-Bed), which I tried to cover with a tan fitted sheet. It seemed like they were the sort of people who would have good input on a furniture purchase, and the extra people would buffer any spousal bickering that might ordinarily occur in such a situation*.


*Searching for a link about how couples always seem to bicker in Ikea, I found an interesting craigslist post from Melbourne in search of "someone near Ikea for a quickie".

Group Sing

Last night I dreamed that I walked to a park to play softball with my parents (in the dream, I was a grownup). We played some catch and saw another family (parents, two young boys) also playing catch nearby. They were using whiffle balls and I kicked one of the whiffle balls like it was a soccer ball, in a perfect goal-scoring kind of kick.

As we were leaving, so was the other family. We were all walking home, though they were some distance from us. One of them had a guitar and as they walked, they started singing the John Denver song "Country Roads." They kept singing until I finally started to join in. Everyone kept on walking, and more people joined us as we walked and sang. The song just kept going, apparently endlessly. Some people were singing harmony and everything sounded really great.

Eventually there were hundreds of people walking and singing "Country Roads." It turned out that we were walking toward the ocean (on the west coast) to get lobster. At the end of the journey, we ended up standing at the ocean and waiting for lobster, still singing.