Weird Dreams

I rarely remember my dreams. They say that you have to wake up in a REM cycle of sleep to remember them. Maybe timing is everything. When I do remember dreams, however, they are usually bizarre. I don't have any of the typical dreams...flying, falling from high cliffs and waking just before hitting the ground. Mine are much more perplexing. I really have a hard time analyzing them. Some of my most recent remembered dreams are as follows.

About a week and a half ago, as gas prices were on a steep incline, I had a dream that my boss came to me during the work day. She told me that, due to the increase in oil prices, the hospital I work for may have to lay off somebody in 2 or 3 months. It wasn't a definite, but if this were to happen, it would definitely be me. I told my boss about my dream the next day, but she didn't really laugh at it. That made me a bit nervous.

Some time last week, I guess I heard the alarm go off in the morning. Normally Michaelene gets up first and showers. Then she comes in and wakes me up about 20 minutes later. Well on that particular morning, I apparently fell back asleep and began to dream. In my dream, I'd decided that I would hide on her when she came to wake me up. Then all of a sudden, I found myself sleeping in a parking lot outside a late-night restaurant. So I crawled out of my bed and into the back of a pickup truck which belonged to the owner of the restaurant, still inside and soon to drive home. After lying in the truck for a few minutes, the owner came out and found me. She was none too pleased. The reason she was upset, I found out, was a bit bizarre. In the cab of her truck, there was a pizza oven. The oven was set to turn on when a weight sensor was set off in the back of the truck. Since I'd climbed into the truck, I set the sensor off and the pizza in the front of the truck had started to cook prematurely. She was pissed and just stared at me until I climbed out. Thankfully I was awakened shortly afterward. I learned my lesson: don't mess with chicks who drive pickups.

The last dream I can remember was this past Sunday morning. I had to work on Sunday, so maybe that's why I was dreaming of the hospital. For those of you who don't know, I am a physical therapist and work at an inpatient hospital. A large part of my job is to work with patients who've just had hip and knee replacements. In my dream, we'd all heard that someone famous had just had surgery and would be in our department. Then early one morning, one of the transporters came down and told us that Snoop Dogg had just had a knee replacement. I was excited to learn if he really talked, you know, like Snoop Dogg (fo' sheezy my neezy). But before I had the chance to find out, I was awakened by the disgusting sound of my dog throwing up last night's dinner on the rug. Some mysteries were just never meant to be solved, I suppose.

Most of the dreams I remember revolve around high school. When I spent my semester in France, I had a ton of high school dreams. I remember one that had to do with our senior variety show. Something happened to the people in the next skit, so our director told my friends Shawn and Buck, and I to improv. The skit went something like this. Shawn walks into a room. Buck, the narrator, announces, "This is Shawn in the bathroom." Then I come running full-speed across the stage and take him out with a brilliantly-aimed slide tackle. Buck says, "This is Adam slide-tackling Shawn. Any questions?" Exit stage left, and wake up.

Another dream from France involved a mixing of home friends with my French host family. In my dream, I was sitting in the kitchen of my host family's home eating lunch, when the door bell rings. My host mom hollers "Come on in!" She didn't speak English in real life, but at that point I wasn't ready to dream in French (I have only dreamt in French since returning to the States). So then around the corner comes my friend Jim's mom, Sue. Apparently Sue and Sylvie, my host mom, were the best of friends. Sue had brought a bag of coffee beans as a gift for Sylvie. Wake up.

I'm sure I will think of more, and will post them when I do.