First off... know this... I had cereal for dinner. No weird food. I didn't even take my antihistamine. But I had the craziest dream. Now, I know.. no one wants to hear about crazy dreams... so this is where you make your choice... to read... or not to read. (Cause this dream was some random weirdness)
What had happened was:
I was driving to Texas for some reason.. and wrecked my vehicle. (no worries.. I wasn't hurt...). This led me to high jack a city bus. (made perfect sense at the time). I am driving the bus down Youree (which looked nothing like Youree drive). (and yes... there will be a lot of parenthesis in this story.. I told you.. random weirdness)
So anyway... I had to ditch the city bus.. because obviously the chic that knocked out to steal it, had woke up and reported it (duh!). AT this point, I'm in a red one piece bathing suit and cowboy boots (Ummm chics that weigh over 150... do NOT wear red bathing suits... we wear black) I'm at a gas station and trying to figure out what I'm going to do. And in my mind... I'm terrified of my husband finding out. Thinking he was gonna be sooooooooo mad I jacked that bus. It's at this point I hear people talking about the stolen bus and how the person who stole it had wrecked it. But not before dragging a dog to death. Damn... I did not see the bus driver's dog tied to the bumper.
Anyway... this older man shows up. AND my husband pulls up.. and asks why am I in a bathing suit. (he made no mention of the cowboy boots.. which to me.. just made the whole ensemble pop) The old man snitches me out to Ron. Tells him all about my crime. At the same time.. the Po-Po show up (that's the police for you peeps raised in a brick home with air conditioning). One of the Po-Po is a detective (who is an administrator where I work)... so yeah.. random weirdness is the theme. I'm call the detective Eminem, to protect him (and my job.. ha). Soooooo My husband... being the gent he is... tells me we have to go. I get in the truck and hunker down low so Eminem doesn't see me.
Next thing in the dream... I'm turning myself in and my Mom (and she looked lovely.. she was the healthy Mom) was with me. Because she was being arrested for harboring a fugitive (me!). She sat there telling me she loves me and it was worth it and she'd do it again. Mom's are the coolest (my children need to know however that if you commit a crime, I will narc you out in a heartbeat... it's not personal.. I'm just too pretty to go to prison) OK... so,, the "jail" is more like a waiting room... as we're in the jail/waiting room. We hear a ruckus ( I like this word... ). And in comes Eminem with Ron in hand cuffs. Ron makes a poor prisoner. He ain't happy. At all.
So... in a dreamy/dramatic fashion I run to Ron telling him I love him and I'm so sorry. He is too angry with Eminem to even notice. The guard make me go back to my seat. I cry and tell Mom I HAVE to talk to Ron. And I couldn't understand why they were separating us... just because the males and females are kept in different areas. RIDICULOUS!
So... Mom helps distract the guards and I run through doors to find my soul mate and tell him how much I love him. He let me know he loves me back (JUST like real life, huh?) and he made the choice to hide me. (swoooon.. he's my hero, even in my dreams)
And then... I'm worried, because I've begun itching and have spots hurting. OOOOOOO whoa!.. worms are squiggling under my skin... let me repeat... WORMS ARE SQUIGGLING UNDER MY SKIN!!! I'm trying not to panic but assuring the guards.. I need to go get help for this. The worms we're breaking the skin surface. I was able to pull a couple out. But one I had to smash under the skin because it begun climbing up my shoulder and into my neck (and all I could imagine was that freaking worm getting into my brain..ugh!) The guards were more concerned with catching my worms than getting me treatment for my worms. Eminem shows up and says he'll take me to the hospital.
So he handcuffs me. WHAT? It's uncomfortable and I can't balance myself.. and they chaff.. and yeah... I whined... a LOT! He kept telling me that I had to wear them. All the while escorting me to his sports car and bragging about it. (Like I care about Eminem's sports car.. I am a prisoner.. and I'VE GOT SKIN WORMS!!!) He keeps raising the seat, demonstrating the car functions, etc. Then he puts down a paper liner for me to sit on. Now mind you... I DO realize I got the skin worm condition and all, but manage to still find this insulting..lol. Finally Eminem can no longer stand my complaining and takes the cuffs off. (about freaking time!) He then takes me to the hospital... And there was a "prisoner" entrance. Good gravy, really? I was mortified. Me a prisoner.
So... this is wear things got weird(er). Eminem leaves me there. They only have a bed on the pediatric unit. Which is open bays. and by open bays, I mean the beds are right next to each other. I was next to a little girl on a vent (through her trach) who kept giving me the stink eye. I tried to be nice to her.. but she was annoyed with me for some reason. (And I didn't get the feeling that it even had to do with the skin worms) And a lil 4 yr old boy who kept climbing in my lap. (kids love me.. I'm like a cute kid magnet... still don't know why the lil trached girl was uncharmed by my smile) . I told him not to.. he'd catch my worms!!! But eventually just laying a blanket between us and snuggled the lil feller.
I begin thinking of an escape plan.
Then I woke up.
Sooooooooo... last night I have another dream (which I wont even go into, because no one wants to hear/read a story about some one's weird dreams) but at one point in the dream I go out to get in my vehicle. And It's gone. Finally after searching... I remember it was impounded the night before when I was arrested. CRAP! It hits me. I'm on the lam again... to turn myself in or not to turn myself in... hmmmm...
Dream interpretation? Not sure I really want to know what THAT all meant. I like to just think of it as random weirdness...
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