My subsconcious has been giving me a workout lately. Anxiety dreams (failing out of, wait for it, vet school–What?!–and being consoled by my mom), weird stuff (a public pool as deep and large as a lake), and, hey, bloggers.
Last night Chichimama and I were somewhere nondescript. (How’s that for enthralling?)
Our kids were nowhere in the dream, but guess who was?
Phantom‘s Baby Blue.
How did I know it was BB?
Because we had a discussion about Big Papi. Then she informed me that “the Yankees suck.”
LG should be wicked proud.
Was the non-nondescript place relaxing at least? Because really, I could use a nice, non-nondescript relaxing place…
Sorry to hear about vet school… 🙂
I am terrible at remembering dreams–my recollection now is that it was someplace like a parking lot. But if it were, say, the parking lot of a nice little coffee place…that would be relaxing.
Sorry it wasn’t restful, but that is a wicked funny dream, really. I can imagine you and BB discussing baseball now!
Sorry it was not a restful night but your dream sounds enjoyable; at least the parts where you were not failing school.
I frequently dream of bloggers and usually refer to them as their blogger name even if I know their real name.
“I frequently dream of bloggers and usually refer to them as their blogger name even if I know their real name.”
LOL! This totally happened!
I’d be happy to send her to you if you’d like the real thing for a few weeks. Er, I mean, hours.