have you ever read the book, the giver? we read it in fifth grade or so, but i still love reading it. anyway, in the book there is a tradition in this society of "dream telling." every morning the families tell each other about their dreams. this is becoming something of a tradition in our home.
normally, i don't really have memorable dreams, (except for the recurring dream where i was locked out of my house in beaumont and all of the trees came alive and there was a trough by the door full of boiling yellow slop...it was much worse than it sounds and i was terrified to take the trash out for a good while) and jonathan's dreams usually aren't very exciting (no offense, babe, but it's true). but since this whole pregnancy thing came along, my dreams have been insane. jonathan kinda enjoys hearing about them. well, he acts interested and amused, anyway.
for example, the other night, i had a dream that combined the following elements (yes, all of them):
-a college football game (some team - probably byu - vs. air force)
-air force flyover (it looked kinda like an x-wing though...not sure how that worked)
-my dad (who didn't want to pay for a ticket to the game so he found a green spot of grass near the stadium that had a good view of the field...)
-south american drug lords with machine guns (jonathan said they were probably ak-47s. he just might be right)
-me in an old white van in the stadium parking lot (not the huge white panel vans that are generally associated with kidnappers, plumbers, and smugglers of various types - it was more of a 1992 minivan kind)
-me in an old white van with the south american drug lords with ak-47s on either side of me, using the van as a cover, and p.s. the parking lot is full of really deep mud
-general petraeus
-general petraeus arriving at the football game via something that looked like a mix of a hummer and a tank....times 20. also, it flew. and did vertical landings. and had the same blue "electricity" lines that the delorean had on back to the future...
-me getting mad at the person i was walking with for a) not knowing who gen. petraeus is, b) not saluting him
-a beautiful pasture with a windy road that ran alongside of it...looked like something on prince edward island or something...
-aspects of harry potter
-aspects of star wars
-my high school band director
-ugly yellow shirts
-jello dessert (it looked like heaven. it was a layer of marshmallows, a layer of cool whip, and a big layer of jello. it was unattainable in my dream. i think this represents my general feeling towards food these days. i love it, but i just can't have it. even when it's an arm's reach away and i'm watching people dump it down the drain...yes it was traumatic for me. why do you ask?)
-casserole. it was 70s gold and avacado colored. kinda like what that boiling slop in my recurring childhood nightmare looked like. and tasted like a freezer (i think this represents how i feel about the food i actually eat)
-temple square
-shopping for paper plates
-me being too weak to call or whistle for jonathan's attention at the store. so i found a couch cushion to throw at him, ran over, picked it up and threw it at him again. because somehow that takes less energy.
-the nicest barnes & noble i have EVER imagined
-snotty people
-jonathan thinking i must have already gotten the paper plates at the grocery store and left without him, and so he drives on home to provo (apparently we shop in salt lake) and i end up stranded on temple square surrounded by newlywed couples that look like they belong in an allyse's bridal magazine in the worst kind of way...
and then i think i woke up. no wonder i'm so tired all the time.
(disclaimer: while i do think i might be on to something with the food explanations, i do not believe that jonathan's neglectful behavior to me in this dream in any way represents my actual feelings. if you beg to differ, i came up with a couple alternate explanations. 1 - perhaps it is my belief that the poor guy needs a break. 2 - maybe i have a fear of abandonement. even more probable is that 3 - it has nothing to do with anything.)
Sunday, October 5, 2008
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3 comments:
so i totally love reading your blogs... just so you know i read them even when they're long. i love those'n's! :) and i think it's really cute that your blog says jonathan and andrea forsyth... and baby. how cute!
and the dream thing. so true. except i had insanely bizarre dreams BEFORE i was pregnant and so they aren't that diff now. except now i have scary dreams about being chased and people breaking in and stuff. sad. they make me cry. lol. which is sad... and funny when you look back on it :p
you're weird. :) i don't know what else to say. Also, I have huge bruises on my bum from getting massaged at physical therapy. They look like a picasso painting. And they really hurt.
i'm weird? i'm not the one comparing my backside to picasso...
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