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Wednesday 23 January 2013

I Had A Dream ..... Random Alert!

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I had a dream last night, and as poetic as that sounds let me tell you it is very different to the type of dream that Martin Luther King had.

In my dream I embarked upon an epic journey from Sydney's Northern Beaches to Canberra. Ok I can picture you shrugging your shoulders with a casual "yeah so what". But wait there's more ....

This huge adventure started with me leaving at 2am and totally on the spur of the moment. I had been watching the sky mesmerized as all the planets mystically lined up and glowed like huge fireballs. I have no idea why they were doing that, so that part is probably irrelevant.

I didn't come up with the idea of the journey entirely on my own. A Troll Doll enthusiastically suggested it was something I needed to do for myself andthat I might like to donate any money I make on the trip to charity.

Sounded reasonable.

I didn't tell anyone I was going. I rang my husband as I was going through the drive through at Maccas stocking up on Fillet of Fish burgers and my parents only found out after they heard the interview with me on the Hamish and Andy Radio show as they were having their morning coffee. I don't know how I happened to be in their kitchen watching their reaction to my sudden departure at the same time as I was dodging roadkill on the highway, but I am guessing it was my teleporting powers.

I had completely neglected to tell work that I was taking some time off but I figured they would be so impressed with my inspiring behaviour that they wouldn't mind.

Did I mention I was doing this epic trip on a tricycle?

It took me ages to find the perfect picture of a tricycle as I had a very clear image in my head of what my trike looked like. The only thing missing from this picture was a little red tray attached to the back where I stashed my Fillet of Fish, water bottles and mobile phone.

There is not a lot more to tell you about my dream except that it was very dangerous of me to be riding down the dark bushy roads with no lights on my trike. I wasn't wearing a helmet either but I was very sensible the way I was staying to the side of the road to avoid being pancaked by some of the big trucks passing me.

Oh and my legs were so freaking tired from all the peddling.

I often have the most random dreams. Some I just wake from, scratch my head in wonder and shrug them off. Others are more powerful and motivate me to do something I have never done before. I love those type of dreams, my husband mmm not so much.

Those motivating ones usually lead to me starting a new hobby or possibly developing new obsessions. Like the time I dreamt about rollerskating and I was super good at it too... in my dreams. When I woke up I insisted my husband take me to the shops that very morning and purchase some roller blades. The reality was I sucked at rollerblading and after one too many stacks and realising that it is way harder than it was in my dreams, I gave the roller blades to my SIL and admitted defeat.

Another time I developed a huge crush on Freddy Prinze Junior. That crush lasted for ages and I would search the pages of gossip mags for a glimpse of him and hating on Sarah Gellar, until I saw him in the Scooby Doo movie and then I was miraculously cured.

I have had dreams where I accidentally leave one of my kids behind some where and I have to get through major obstacles to get to them. They are awful dreams and set my helicopter parenting style into full force for a few days following the dream.

In my dreams phones never work. I dial the number and it never actually connects. It is so unbelievably frustrating especially when I am trapped in the city during a Terrorist attack and I cannot reach my husband on the phone.

Often in my dreams I can jog so bloody elegantly, all smooth strides and weightless bounce. Its almost like I am running on the moon with no gravity to inhibit my graceful style. People stop and star in awe as I run past them and I can leap from one cliff to the next effortlessly in a seamless glide. That dream will never happen in real life - um der. I have enough trouble walking in a manner even remotely resembling normal let alone elegant, so I'll leave the bouncing to the the Pammies of the world.

And then let us not forget the dreaded toilet dreams. You know the ones where you are absolutely busting to use a loo but every toilet you find is closed or in use and you run around on a desperate hunt for a place where you can legally relieve yourself. In one such dream last week, I did find such a place to finally empty my protesting bladder, only to have my boss come in and insist on discussing business strategies with me so I suffered stage fright and couldn't go.

I dream in colour too. I recall reading somewhere that most people dream in black and white, but I know I most definitely dream in colour - the wardrobe of cool new bohemian style dresses I was gifted had loads of gorgeous yellow prints in there.

I'm thinking perhaps I need to lay off the nightcaps so close to bedtime or I could blame the food colouring in all the icy poles I like to devour when the kids are asleep.

At the very least I should go and purchase a lottery ticket in honour of the dream where I retire with my hubby and pack the kids up to go and live on our own personal island in Bora Bora.

You never know your luck right?

Do you have random dreams where you wake up and feel compelled to try something new?
Do you dream in colour?
What can you do in your dreams that you cant do in real life? (Turning down George Clooney's offer of dinner and sex in favour of a free for all shopping trip is totally acceptable!)