The One on the Tropical Vacation

Jose and I went on vacation to some tropical location.  We were walking along the beach and I wore my new Earthrunners sandals.  There was a hole in the sand, and when I looked inside, there were these interesting clams that had multicolored stripes on their shells and large clam beards.  When I picked one up, there was a label on them that said "Shrimp Clams".  

A guy walked by with his wife and young boy and was asking me what I was looking at, but he only spoke Spanish.  I didn't know the word for clam so I said "camarones clams" and asked Jose what the word for clam was and he said, but I don't remember what it was.  

Then the guy asked us for our opinion on which of two sunglasses he had we liked better.  There was one pair that had white mirrored lenses but the eye frames were too far apart for his face.  The other had amber lenses and looked better but the frames were too narrow and kind of made him look cross eyed.  I told him I liked the white ones better.

I took my sandals off and waded in the water for a bit, which was super warm, and then realized my sandals were supposed to be good in the water so I tried wading while having them on.

We wanted to take a photo near a sign near the beach, but there were a ton of people hanging around it, so we ended up going onto a stairwell to take a photo there, and then man with the glasses and two other guys came to take the photo with us.  We never took the photo because his wife and kid went downstairs into a lower level where shops were to go to the bathroom and we were waiting for them.  An older couple who were waiting for us to move (although I thought they were just hanging out on the stairs like a lot of people were) to go downstairs got a little frustrated and the wife said "let's just go down this way instead" and I apologized because I didn't know they wanted to get by, and they should've just said something.

I vaguely remember walking around a store, looking for the bathroom (I had to pee in real life) but the only "bathrooms" where these big tables you sat at that had holes in the side that you peed into.  What women did I have no idea.

Next thing I remember we were at a restaurant and Alexa was sitting to my right - she came along on the vacation with us.  At one point we were looking at her iPad and a photo came up of her lying her back with her lifting up her waistband, like a teasing photo like she was going to take a sexy picture.  She took the iPad back quickly because she didn't realize it would come up and she was a little embarrassed but only because the guys that wanted to take the photo with us were at the table with us too.

On my iPad there was a photo that she must've photoshopped and added to my iPad as a joke - it was her with an erect penis and she was holding onto it like she was masturbating but was crying - it was supposed to be "how'd I get this?"  I was asking her how she got it onto my iPad - did she guess my passcode or had I left it unlocked (the latter was true in this case).  I asked her to take it off and she did so by tearing off a paper card at the back of my iPad with the photo on it.  While we were on the trip, I had this like paper cardboard cover put on my iPad (maybe from the resort) and I noticed there were two more that were put over the original one.  

That's when I woke up and immediately texted Alexa about the photoshopped pic.

The One With The Frog Dissections

I have a class today on instrument-assisted soft tissue mobilization (IASTM) and last night I had a nightmare where I was in class but we had to do frog dissections. 

We were given tadpoles that were frozen and we had to reconstitute them by pouring "440" over them, which was an alcoholic beverage like 151 rum but a different number.  We'd leave them in a container for a few minutes and very quickly they went from tadpoles to frogs, of all different types and sizes.

Then we had to kill them before dissecting, so people were spread out all over trying to kill the frogs - I was walking around trying to find a spot to do it, even though I didn't want to do the dissection at all.  People were around the room, in stairwells, everywhere, trying all kinds of methods to kill the frogs with varying success.

Some were using ligatures to try to strangle the frogs, I think I was going to try drowning the frog.

That's pretty much all I remember.

Dying In Your Dreams

I've heard several times in several places that if you die in your dreams, you die in real life.  I've even seen debates about how you can't prove it because if someone dies in their dream and dies in real life you'd never know.

Yes, you can verify it because I died in my dream and I'm still alive.  I had someone poke me with a stick just to be sure I wasn't a ghost like in my dream after I died...

Dream: The One Where I Die

Have you ever died in your dreams?  If not, how close have you come?  I'd love to hear about it... post a comment and let me know.

The One with the Wedding Plans and Nanny Joke

I had a dream this morning that I was staying at home hotel or something where they had mats in the dining area where we did gymnastics when it wasn't time to eat.  Then I remember having lunch/dinner with Lisa to discuss her wedding.  I ordered a panino (from her - she was also the one making the food) and she had left pages from a steno book in my sandwich.  I didn't mind because I knew she was distracted about the wedding.

She was a little stressed out about the date - she kept saying, "It's the only date we could get."  She was saying it like she already knew I couldn't make it but it was January 2nd and I think I could make it, it was just not the best date ever.

The next thing I remember was Mary sitting to my right (even though Lisa and I had been facing each other at a table for two), telling me "a nanny is like a receptionist who rubs lotion on us when it's time for bed" - meaning when it was time to have sex for the people who hired the nanny.  I started laughing so hard that I spit a little tomato (a bit get on Mary's arm) and could barely breathe and my throat started to hurt.

Then I woke up and immediately posted the joke on Facebook.

The One with the Singing in the Tunnel

I had a dream I was walking through the tunnels at work and listening to music on my phone with no headphones and singing along loudly. There was a bunch of songs I was listening to but then I remember listening to Glitter and Be Gay and started skipping and then Bridget from work heard me and started singing along too.

She was a very good singer and started going through the tunnel with me.  It got to the part with a very high note and she hit it very well.  I was pretty surprised.

We ran into some of the people that empty the trash at night and I had her sing it again for them.

I had trouble finding the song again on my phone apparently because I kept spelling Chenoweth wrong, but then I eventually found it by searching only for "Cheno".

The One with the Frozen Yogurt

I had a dream last night that two coworkers and I had gone to college together at the college I attended in real life and I think we were in the area for a reunion, or homecoming…  We went to a fast food place to pick up I think a hamburger and frozen yogurt and then were walking barefoot around the large park across the street from the college.  I remember thinking we didn’t pick up our food while in the park, but we did, but I went and got some more frozen yogurt anyway.

The One With The Liver Cancer

Last night I had a dream that I had a tumor on my liver that had metastasized.  The dream occurred on a Friday and a dentist was due to remove my liver on the following day, in the evening.  It wasn't a transplant - they were just going to remove the liver, but it meant I was going to die - they essentially were going to put me down.

So the whole dream, I knew that I had about a day and a half to live and most of the dream was trying to get everything in order.

I wrapped up work where I'm currently employed and went to the place where I worked previously and returned a folder of work that I had kept with me for many years for some reason.  I was trying to make sure that all the loose ends of my life were tied up.  Mxxx, a lady I worked with was still there and I returned the work to her and updated her with what needed to be done.  Outside her office was Kxxx, I guy I worked for at my current employer and he was sitting at the desk in his office, but the desk was pushed against the door frame, with him facing out.

Next, I remember being in a house with a little African American girl that I don't think I knew in the dream, but I was telling her about stuff.  She was probably about 8 or 9 and she said, "Do you know what you're doing?  You're saying goodbye."  I said that I knew, and I started crying.

Then I was outside in her yard and the kids from her large family were walking in a line, single file, toward the house.  There were probably 10 or 12 kids.

I went to my parents' house next, and my mother and father were doing some work in the garage.  I asked my mom to call the dentist and ask for another week so I could have more time to get my life in order.  I wanted to sit down with my parents and let them know how my stuff and money needed to be allocated out.  My mom said that they wouldn't do it, but I remember telling her that it doesn't hurt to ask.

While my mom was making the call, I left the garage and stood in the driveway with my sister.  The little girl down the street was playing in the road near her house and I hid behind a tree so that she wouldn't see me and come over.  But the little girl's mother threw a frisbee into a large bush in my parents' yard, so the little girl headed over.  While I was in the driveway waiting, I heard my mom tell the doctor's office that the little girl had said that she was upset because Uncle Dan had pouty lips and looked confused.  She made that up to try to convince them to move the appointment.

My mom finished the call, and the administrative assistant named Joanne told her that the doctor wouldn't or couldn't move the appointment and that I'd just have to resent it.

I woke up in real life, recorded my dream on my phone, and when I went back to sleep I re-entered the dream.  The only thing I remember from the second round was that Jxxx was ignoring me even though I was dying.  He said that he had other stuff to do.