I
thought I would share some thoughts on the bizarre dream that I had this
morning – though many of the details were already gone before Roland requested
that I make pancakes – and then chop up some vegetables for the meatball stew .
. .
“I’m
not even dressed yet!” I thought. After
all I had mentioned that I had two hours before I would leave for work and that
I needed to take a shower. Thus this
post has been put on the back burner. So
do I start with the dream or the cake?
I took pictures of the cake that we
made on Saturday. Jenna had done the
entire cake part by herself and I frosted it and poured over coconut. The intention was not for the purpose of
giving the appearance of a giant snowball, but that is what I thought it looked
like:
So moving on to the dream which took
place sometime between 3 and 6 this morning.
I remember it involved multiple documents – I don’t know if they were
from bill collectors or court documents or what they were – but I didn’t want
them. They were wrongly given to me and
I was trying to dodge them. Granted, I
am reading a mystery novel in real life and so I suppose some of my reading
could have made their way into my dream but the weird part was trying to hide
from it and driving to someone’s house to discuss it.
I
don’t even know whose house I had driven to except for my cousin was there and
in the dream she had gone into nursing and knew the secret of body switching –
which I had heard of, but was really nervous about it – yet I was willing to
take the gamble in order to dodge whomever was behind the paperwork.
Now
in real life I used to see my cousins often which gradually turned into perhaps
twice a month and less than that after grandma died. And that was just my dad’s
side. I don’t even know my cousins on my
mom’s side. Ironically the oldest one
lives in Salem just three hours away.
So probably out of all my cousins I
have spent the most time with Michelle – but Michelle was not even in this
dream, but rather her sister Rose. She
is the one that suggested we switch out bodies and she taught me what I needed
to do in order to make that switch. It
seemed to make sense in the dream, but doesn’t even remotely make sense as I
write this.
So I returned to Myrtle Creek and she
returned to Logan (or is it Layton? I
don’t know . . . some city north of Salt Lake that starts with an L. See how close we are?) and I am me on the inside, but my outward appearance is Rose. The documents stop coming and I am no longer harassed. I am skinny.
I can wear eight layers of clothes sopping wet and still not weigh as
much as Rose does in my body. Why is it
she was willing to make the switch with a heavy blob? Is she in trouble with the law or creditors,
too?
I am able to eat several pieces of the
snowball cake and my allergies haven’t bothered me.
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| with banana ice cream made on MLK day |
But the chin ring that Rose wears is killing
me (I highly doubt that Rose has ever had a ring in her chin) and at the end of
the dream I ask her when she wants to make the switch back. She doesn’t seem anxious and I tell her I’m
going to have the chin ring removed.
