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Thursday, April 22, 2010

Is there a doctor in the house?

Or at least a dream analystician?

(Did I just make up a new word?)

I had the craziest dreams last night. Can someone please help me interpret?

First I dreamed that I was the proud owner of a beautiful horse. He was a house horse, which is to say he liked to hang out indoors with me. I didn't mind at all, until he started doing his bizness all over my house and I spent all my waking hours (well, sleeping hours) cleaning horse dung.

While I was busy with my pooper scooper, a cartoon villian in a bright green car crawled through my basement window and robbed me blind.

Then suddenly I was in New Zealand and a large crowd of solemn people greeted me in Maori attire. I couldn't remember the protocol, and when they questioned me about events that had taken place at previous protocol ceremonies I got all the answers wrong. I noticed two Maoris writing jokes about my memory on a chalk board and I did what any self-respecting dummy would do: I burst into tears and shouted, "THAT REALLY HURT MY FEELINGS BAD!"

Then suddenly I heard my daughter shouting from the crowd.

"STOP SNOWING RIGHT NOW!"

There were other dream segments too, but they all included one's "bizness," and though that may be important for the dream analysis, it's not appropriate blog material so I will edit the truth to fit the audience, (as I so often do.)

When I finally woke up it was 35 degrees and, yes, it was snowing, which goes to show that I'm a tad bit psychic. However, I can't figure out the rest of the dream symbolism.

Do you think it has anything to do with the two hot dogs and the bowl of cake batter I consumed at 9:30 p.m.? Or maybe with the fact that I will be attending my first ever Storymakers conference this weekend and meeting my future agent?



(btw, can you keep that info on the down-low? She doesn't yet know that she's my future agent.)


Mahalo in advance!



9 comments:

Garden of Egan said...

Could I really be first?

Garden of Egan said...

Wow!

Garden of Egan said...

OK, now I'll get down to serious buzziness!
About your dreams and horse poop....
Honey be grateful.
Horse poop is nothin' compared to uh, what I do.......(I'm an ER nurse....you fill in the blank)

Yes, you are psychic cause if it's snowing.......well poop!
And that's what you should write about at your writers conference!

Nutty Hamster Chick said...

That really blows, hopefully it will blow the snow away. Isn't it funny how our subconcious refuses to behave and conform to our expectations. How else are we suppose to keep fooling ourselves that things are OK?

The Crash Test Dummy said...

Hee hee Garden. Okay, I will be grateful. But I can't promise I will write about poop.

The snow is gone. I'm psychic and my daughter is able to control the weather with her voice. (And I'm going to be struck by lightening any second now.)

I know, Nutty, that darn subconscious let's us know what we're really full of!

But I forgot to tell you guys that during the whole dream I was craving Orange Julius sooooo bad. That's got to be significant, right?

Sandi said...

Thats what happens when you become a Utard and go to the sponge bob ward!
I hope your future agent is very nice and very cool :)

SWIRL said...

THAT IS SOOO EXCITING!! Good thing I sent you that DVD of Peter Pani PoPo.. for your porfolio..you'll be able to wow her with your Storymaking skills.

lol
good luck! So happy you are following your dreams!

Kazzy said...

It was great to meet you tonight and to share some yummy pizza. I think you are the coolest, and very easy to talk to. :)

Have fun at Storymakers, and I might suggest you don't use that dream as a story idea...

The Crash Test Dummy said...

Kazzy, ha ha ha I definitely won't. Especially the agent part. ;) I loved meeting you! You are so authentic and calming. I love your calming presence. I'm going to put you on my side bar so my readers can be calmed by your ponderings.

Swirl! High five for dreams! It's fun to see how far both of us have come two years after our dream-storming session driving home in the rain. Nothing better than dreaming in the rain with good friends.

Cheers!