I know that you don't like to make up fantastical things - I don't ever remember being able to fly or jump over buildings in my dreams. And conversations with people are usually pretty true to their real character. But despite that, I didn't have much reason to complain. You did give me that dream where the prophet told me I had to get married by the end of the day and I spent my time running around talking with all the guys I knew and trying to figure out if I could marry any of them. And then there was the dream where I lived a Mission: Impossible type dream where I was being chased by men in risk of losing my life and found that my mole had been my 'loyal' chauffeur who terrified me by pulling a gun on me when I thought I was finally free. Of course there was that winner dream where I was sister to SJ's Ki Bum and he had to come save me from the crowds of some big city by riding on the back of his motorcycle because I was the 14th member of the band and I needed to get to the concert in time. Of course as the 14th member of a boy band that meant that I needed to pretend I was a boy so I spent the rest of the dream trying to find a way to dress in the women's restroom without letting any of the fans know that I was a girl...I don't think I ever made it to the concert. Do you know how many 13 year old girls need to use the restroom before a concert? But still I didn't complain. Those dreams were all fascinating in their own way. Where do you come up with this stuff? I always wondered.
But lately, you have been letting me down. Now granted it was entertaining a few weeks ago, when I dreamed that I was going to be late for my job at Gap and I asked my roommate to give me a ride but she refused. I was really upset that I was going to be so late until I remembered that I didn't actually HAVE a job at Gap and woke up to go to my real job at the ARL. (Is it possible you actually WANT a job at the Gap over rocket science glory?)
But today takes the cake! There I was, in my dream of course, opening up my wardrobe to grab a pair of socks to wear to work and I found the missing sock to a pair and I was thrilled because in my previous dream I HAD BEEN FOLDING SOCKS AND FOUND ONE SOCK MISSING. Really?! That's what I do in my dreams? I FOLD SOCKS?!!
Disgruntled doesn't even begin to describe it.
I apparently don't have a lot of pictures of beds or sleeping. And I don't think I have ANY pictures of me folding socks. Who does that?
My wonderful bed in Taroko, Taiwan
|My wonderful bed in Taipei, Taiwan|