Crazy Dream

I should be in bed, since the alarm goes off at 2:10 AM, but I'd meant to write about the crazy dream I had last night just before I woke.

Deb and I, and the kids, who were oddly not present or unobtrusive except in my thoughts, lived in a sprawling, elongated one story house that seemed to be half greenhouse/utility/work area and half house, and seemed to have dual kitchen areas. The place was not entirely unfamiliar as a variant on one of my standard dream settings. It had similarities to places I've dreamed since childhood... long, narrow structure, as much porch as house, heavily windowed, extensively open spaced.

I had started cooking something, and this is where the kids impinged, as it was with them in mind. It was something boiling in a saucepan.

For some reason, around the time Deb arrived home, I started cooking something else in the other kitchen area.

When she came home, she chastised me and - can't remember the exact details - sort of bullied me into going and loading her work truck. It was suspiciously like a FedEx delivery truck, sparsely filled with existing packages. It was in a big garage/utility area that was almost a part of the house, and looked more like house than garage.

I was irritated that she'd been psychologically pushy and I'd been unable to resist, and I couldn't understand why she didn't just do this part of her work herself rather than griping and outsourcing it. It would take me a while, but wasn't a big deal, really. Besides, I was supposed to be doing other work...

Then I remembered I'd been cooking. I hoped she'd notice and keep an eye on it, thinking of the 2nd thing I'd started. Then I remembered the first thing I'd started, which even I'd forgotten, with the distraction of being berated and assigned to something unrelated after starting in the second kitchen. I realized she not only wouldn't notice or be aware of stove 2, but she'd really miss stove 1, hanging out in her end of the house. I realized the first thing was probably going to cook dry and maybe even start a fire. I briefly worried, but realized she wouldn't want me to drop what I was doing, and that she should know she'd taken me away from cooking. If there were a fire? Well, it'd get her attention, change everything, and the thought made me feel free. So I kept doing as she'd asked. And then woke up, a bit disturbed.

Bread Didn't Help

And Aubrey was her name, a not so very ordinary girl or name...

On the other hand, the only two Aubreys I have ever met have been men, so listen to Aubrey.

"I Don't Buy It"

This is an awesome article. I can totally see it happening, and being the right approach more often than happens.

Trouble is, with us, Deb would probably say the husband sounds like me, and I'd say the husband sounds like her. I think we'd be right. Then what?

Maybe Sometimes

You Are Confident

You are self-assured and together. You have high self esteem. Other people see you as outgoing, hyper, and even a bit overwhelming. Your ideal romantic relationship is unconventional, wild, and very public. You do best in tasks that require you to be flexible, creative, and playful.

And Yet Nice!

Your Inner Child Is Naughty

Like a child, you tend to discount social rules. It's just too much fun to break the rules! You love trouble - and it seems that trouble loves you. And no matter what, you refuse to grow up!

Boo!

You Are a Haunted House

You are a deeply complicated and sometimes deeply disturbed person. You can't help but be attracted to the dark side of life - even when it's pretty gruesome. In relationships, you are honest and real. So real that it's definitely a little scary. You don't fake it or play along just to get along. And people either respect this... or deeply resent it Your life is thoughtful, deep, and even philosophical at times. You see the world as it is. You don't sugar coat anything. Facing and fighting your fears is important to you. You believe that too much of life is whitewashed. You're not too morbid... you just believe that you can't enjoy life without exorcising a few demons first! At your best, you are brave, intense, and fearless. Not only do you face the abyss head on - you challenge your friends to do the same. At your worst, you are depressed and morose. If you're not careful, your thoughts take over your mind... and they aren't pretty!