Big Dreams

I have been richly blessed - or cursed depending on the day - throughout my life with the unmatched ability to remember every vivid detail of my dreams. Before we get to my dreams, aren’t dreams just bizarre in general? Where does our subconscious come up with this stuff? Isn’t it fascinating that we create these scenarios in our minds while we are totally out of it? Seriously, I’m all about analyzing dreams and looking for the deeper meaning. I also believe in Joseph and his coat and that the Lord communicates with us sometimes through our dreams. I also heard once that dreams are reflections of our inner most fears or fantasies. But let’s be honest… the majority of my dreams are completely off the wall no logic nonsense that leave me at a loss for words. Since Ricky and I have been married it has been a morning tradition for me to start every day while still in bed with, “I had the weirdest dream,” and then proceed to recount every detail of the ridiculousness to him. And I really don’t think I believe that dreams are only a few seconds long… I think that's just a myth. Like chewing gum taking 7 years to digest. Pa-lease!

When we were first married I had several cheating dreams…of Ricky cheating on me of course. Any of you been there when you were a new bride? Horrifying. And no my subconscious was not trying to warn me of something. In one episode, his mistress was Kelly Clarkson, and to top it off Ricky happened to be in a lime green tux the whole time. I woke up crying and was so mean to the hub. When I told him he needed to comfort me, he said to me, “It was a dream!” I fired back with, “I still have to deal with the emotions of finding out that you are sleeping with Kelly Clarkson whether it’s real or not!! So comfort me!!” He’s since learned from his mistake and offers comfort no matter how absurd the reason for the need may be. It was pretty dramatic. I couldn’t listen to her music for months.

I wake myself up laughing from time to time… like literally, my laughter wakes me up. Once I was auditioning for a musical and when I got there realized it was a ballet audition. No I am not a ballet dancer...like furthest thing from it. But they told me to, "audition anyway!" So I put on my leotard and tutu like nobody’s business and performed a lyrical dance off the top of my head… and the judges were crying because it was so beautiful. Then when the time came for the final performance and I couldn’t go on because I was so nervous… the only thing that calmed me down was when my husband backstage started talking to me with a little hand puppet much like this one …

He said to the other dancers, “Don’t worry, this always calms her down.” And voila! I said to him, “Thanks babe. You always know what I need,” and I was went on to be the star of the show! Can you believe that absurdity?!

Well, I won’t go on. Believe me; I could go on for days about my dreams. They are a constant source of entertainment in our family. I had a dream last night that I was BFF with Michael Phelps- yes that’s right, the Olympic swimmer. In my dream he asked Ricky to fill in for one of the swimmers in a relay swim. It was no big deal; my husband’s swimming in the Olympics. My life could never be boring. Even if I lived the most mundane monotonous reality, I could always just go to sleep. Which believe you me, I try to do, whenever and wherever I can.