I’ve been known to reveal some crazy dreams that, upon waking, I can only say to myself, “…what the hell was that?” And this past week has been no exception.
Over the weekend, I dreamed that my iPhone warped and melted… like Dali’s clocks. I kept trying to use it, but it flopped around in my hand like a water weenie. It slipped, it slided, it became useless before it was contorted into nothingness. I was upset; I had no way of contacting anyone and felt so void and helpless. Even when I awoke I went to my iMac and frantically searched to buy a new iPhone, before even realizing that I had only a nightmare. Inspection of my device needed completion before I could relax.
But last night’s… that nighttime hallucination had me appalled upon my reentering of the waking world. Somehow, I had made gluten-free brownies in a home that wasn’t mine… and they were phenomenal chocolate goodness… so much so that I could not leave them behind… but the owner of the house had returned, and I had to flee before I could take them. My determination to steal my treats was sidetracked, as I ran into an ex-boyfriend, who was determined to fake his death by hanging over the resurrected DuPage Theater in Lombard (which was showing a film called, Diana! Diana! Diana!). But my mouth was wired shut by some new teeth-straightening device, and I was unable to speak.
How was I even able to eat brownies with such a plight? I have no idea. But I was distressed, because Billy Corgan’s Ravinia show was about to happen, and even though I’ve not spoken to my ex in about 5 years, he has a child, and I needed to talk him out of his fraudulent self-destruction.
“Victoria, you have to come, now! Billy is arriving any moment–and guess what! He’s coming in… on a–SPACESHIP!”
Sigh. I can’t even begin to psycho-analyze this one. Other than the fact that I must be desperate for chocolate.