the passionate ailurophile

…I’ve been having a lot of them lately.

Last night, I dreamed that I was working as a cashier at a store, but I was having trouble because my glasses had broken and I couldn’t see. People were in line and yelling at me for being so slow. The boss wouldn’t let me leave, nor would she let me use the phone to call Mike to ask him to bring me my spare pair.

I later did manage to tape my glasses back together so that I could see, at least somewhat. But I had to buy the tape from the store I was working at, and the boss made me pay double for it. After I taped them back together, I saw Drew, who was shopping at the store with his baby daughter Eva. Eva looked really cute, she was wearing a pink dress that had the URL to Drew’s blog embroidered on it. He asked me if we (Mike and me) would like to join him and his wife, Allison, for dinner after I got off work. I said, sure, and he wrote down the name and address of the restaurant. It turned out to be a Chinese place that I used to go to when I lived in Washington, DC years ago, I don’t think the place is even there anymore. I have no idea where we all were in the dream, the store I was working in was not familiar to me, either.
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Then I had this other dream which I don’t remember much of. All I remember is that I was watching TV in the middle of the night, and Kat was sending me these weird IMs…through the TV. She was asking me all sorts of weird stuff; I don’t really remember any of it, but I remember that it was all weird. The IMs weren’t coming up through the closed captioning of the TV, they just came up on the screen, as a whole screen, blocked the show that I was watching. They didn’t even look like AIM or Yahoo IM or any of those things.
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Finally, I had another dream where Mike and I were going to a show at the Boston Opera House, where we’d gone a couple of weeks ago to see Monty Python’s Spamalot.  Only this time, we were going to something called “New England’s Foodways and Gardenways”, it was supposed to be some sort of Old Sturbridge Village history show.

The tickets only cost $22.50 apiece, and it said that we had to print out two copies of a confirmation email and use those as tickets.  But the system only let me print one, which I gave to Mike.

We went there anyway, and I was carrying, for reasons unknown, a huge, unwieldy stack of books, as well as several canvas tote bags filled with assorted junk.  When we got to the Opera House, I had to go to the bathroom, but people kept pushing ahead of me because I was having trouble moving while carrying all of that crap around.  I finally gave up and went into the theater with Mike.  They let us both in, even though only he had a ticket.

The auditorium looked nothing like it did when we saw Spamalot.  They had many seating areas with NO view of the stage at all, and that’s where we had to sit.  I put all of my junk down on my seat and tried the bathroom again.  But on the way out, there were some women, all dressed in 1830′s garb, who’d set a big fire out in the lobby, and were throwing clothes into it.  They saw me, and told me that I had to go to some other woman’s house to get her clothes, so they could burn those, too.

I woke up then, because I really did have to go to the bathroom.

Maybe I should have something else for dinner tonight, other than leftover Super Bowl chili.  I didn’t think it was too spicy, but maybe it did cause the weird dreams.  Who knows?