c & w enjoy listening to disney music. or maybe they enjoy me making a fool of myself while i sing and dance to disney music. no matter what the reason, our lunch time music has gone from katy perry and michael jackson (both artist are high up on the list of they boys favorites) to disney music. thank you pandora for being so helpful in making them happy.
anyway...
today during lunch the song 'a dream is a wish your heart makes' from cinderella started playing and of course, cinderella being one of my favorite disney movies, i started singing along. in the middle of the song, i was reminded of some reoccurring dreams i've been having the last week or two. it was then i decided cinderella was full of crap...at least with that song.
if my dreams are a wish my heart is making, then my heart is wishing for weird reverse tornadoes and for trees to fly through windows.
i RARELY remember my dreams. in college i went through a phase when i had some very horrible dreams. a friend of mine sent me a dream catcher. you know...to catch the nasty dreams before they got to me and only let the good ones through. the dream catcher has hung in my bedroom since i got it in the mail. and since receiving it 13 years ago, i can probably count on 2 hands the number of dreams i've remembered upon waking the next morning. and the ones i remember, i can always figure out what triggered the dream right away. and most of the time, the song is correct...the dreams i'm remembering are definitely wishes. but not the most current set of dreams.
about a week or so ago, i started having the same drive nearly every night. only thing that changed was the setting...i was either at my parent's house or at work. sometimes it would switch in the middle of the dream. (both my parent's house and work have a similar lay of land when looking out the back windows of the house. the view is back yard and then trees with a house visible off to each side. so sometimes i'd be at work, look out the window, turn around and be at my parents house) in each dream, there was a big storm raging and tornado sirens going off (tornadoes have been a common factor in a LOT of my dreams since childhood). i take c & w downstairs and put them in the closet with a couple flashlights and a huge bag of books, telling them to stay there until i come to get them. they're like 'cool, whatever.' i go back upstairs to watch the storm out of the back windows. after not too long, i start seeing trees getting ripped right out of the ground and thrown at the houses on either side of me. the way the houses are positioned, i can never tell if the trees hit them. so far, i can't see what is picking up the trees and shooting them like that, but i'm assuming it is a tornado. then it a tree gets lifted out of the ground from directly behind the house and i can see the tornado. except it isn't a tornado in the traditional sense of the world. it's looks like a giant drain has opened in the sky and is trying to suck everything into it...kind of a backwards tornado. everything getting sucked towards it is disappearing except for the trees which are getting stuck spinning around the very edge of the drain then shooting away. so the tornado pulls up this giant tree from the backyard and it shoots straight towards the window i'm standing at. the whole time i'm thinking 'man is that wind loud.' i always wake up before the trees has a chance to strike the window and probably kill me.
i'm pretty certain that is not my heart wishing i were dead. instead i think it is my sub-conscious dealing with the CRAZY wind we've had day and night for a week. i'm so glad it has finally dissipated. maybe i'll stop having the dream.
stupid, stupid cinderella!
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