I had one of my recurring dreams last night, my favorite one. I have two recurring dreams in my life.
The first: I am in an eternal quest to find a bathroom at night. I think this could be based on some deep repressions about my inability to express myself, or on the fact that I have a granny bladder and have to get up several times a night to go to the bathroom.
In my dreams, I'll be in the most bizarre places trying to find a bathroom. A huge university building with rows of classroom after classroom, but no bathroom. Malls filled with people I have to push through, searching for the elusive room. Sometimes I'll even encounter weird foreign toilets that I have to figure out how to use.
But you probably don't want to hear that much more about my toilet dreams. Let me now move on to my favorite: The clothing dream.
I have this dream every so often; usually about once a season when the weather is about to turn warm or chilly. Now that I'm thinking about it, I already blogged about this nearly three years ago. It follows:
I run my fingers down the row, feeling silk and cotton and linen slip past my fingers. Stop. A flash of red catches me. How could I have forgotten? I pull out the red silk dress with a black ribbon waist, the memory of buying it at that cute little boutique pouring back into my mind. How could I have forgotten? Yet it's hidden, a forgotten lily, in the folds of my closet. My fingers slip on. Purple. Blue. Green. My fingers grasp at more and more skirts and sundresses I'd forgotten.
My heart pulses as I pull each out, holding it up, trying it on, plotting what soiree I'll trot it out on the town for. I thrill at how cute each is and how cute I'll be.
Then I wake up. My mind runs through my closet, realizing it was just a dream.
The first: I am in an eternal quest to find a bathroom at night. I think this could be based on some deep repressions about my inability to express myself, or on the fact that I have a granny bladder and have to get up several times a night to go to the bathroom.
In my dreams, I'll be in the most bizarre places trying to find a bathroom. A huge university building with rows of classroom after classroom, but no bathroom. Malls filled with people I have to push through, searching for the elusive room. Sometimes I'll even encounter weird foreign toilets that I have to figure out how to use.
But you probably don't want to hear that much more about my toilet dreams. Let me now move on to my favorite: The clothing dream.
I have this dream every so often; usually about once a season when the weather is about to turn warm or chilly. Now that I'm thinking about it, I already blogged about this nearly three years ago. It follows:
I run my fingers down the row, feeling silk and cotton and linen slip past my fingers. Stop. A flash of red catches me. How could I have forgotten? I pull out the red silk dress with a black ribbon waist, the memory of buying it at that cute little boutique pouring back into my mind. How could I have forgotten? Yet it's hidden, a forgotten lily, in the folds of my closet. My fingers slip on. Purple. Blue. Green. My fingers grasp at more and more skirts and sundresses I'd forgotten.
My heart pulses as I pull each out, holding it up, trying it on, plotting what soiree I'll trot it out on the town for. I thrill at how cute each is and how cute I'll be.
Then I wake up. My mind runs through my closet, realizing it was just a dream.
I had this dream again last night. Probably because my sister lent me a cute summer dress yesterday. In last night's dream, I found three dresses I had forgotten I had ever bought. Oh, the joy! The worst part is waking up. The 2nd worst part is resisting buying clothes the next day.
You see, at heart and despite all my big talk, I'm just a girl who loves clothes.
So what is your recurring dream? Are you less shallow than me?
(By the way, Mike is in dork-dreamland right now. He just found a web site that carries Dork Tees. If you want to make his year, get him the Storm Trooper helmet, psychedelic style.)
3 comments:
Haylie saw the picture from your post today and said, "Will you buy me those dresses like Aunt Amber's?" This morning she asked if it was warm enough for her to wear one of her summer skirts she's been eager to wear. At heart, she's a girl who loves clothes too.
A girl after my own heart, Krista. I too have been waiting for it to get warm enough to wear my dresses.
I think I will wear a dress Wednesday just to honor this post!!
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