Happy Monday morning! It’s been awhile since I’ve had a really bizarre “where the heck did that come from” dream. A couple of nights ago I had one. It was weird. Really weird. And I wasn’t even sitting on a toilet this time. For your Monday morning displeasure, I thought I’d share.
The place where I taught preschool when my son was little is considering adding a teacher if their enrollment goes up. So it’s been on my mind.
In my dream I had agreed to work afternoons for them. From 2-5 or something. Where were my children? I’m not sure. On this particular day in my dream I had to go do this for the first time. Then for some reason I couldn’t make it. But I had their van. Why did I have their van? So I couldn’t make it to work, but I could go return their van. Makes sense, right?
For some reason it was nighttime the entire dream. All day long.
So I set out to take their van back. When I worked for this daycare we would take the kiddos out on field trips in these great big vans. Putting in and taking out all the car seats was a nightmare, pun intended. But why would I take the van home? I must have been thinking of my LAST job. Since I was expected to go all over the world to teach these classes, in order to not use my own gas I had to take one of their huge gas guzzling vehicles. This makes so much sense for an organization that is one the brink of financial disaster. ANYHOO-sometimes if I was teaching a class three hours away I would swap my vehicle with theirs the night before since I lived out of town. Then I could get at 5 am and hop in and drive.
It was enormous inside (the van in my dream, not the one in real life). There was a tv, and a refrigerator, and furniture. Before I could go take the van back to the daycare center, first I had to go get a key from some business downtown. Only I didn’t have a key to this building that I had to get the key out of. So naturally I had to break in.
This is where Milo Ventimiglia comes in. I love the last name, try saying it three times fast. If you are a Gilmore Girls fan, you know him as Jess, the bad boy nephew that Rory dumps Dean for. Or you may also know him as the guy who usurped other people’s powers on Heroes. Or if you saw That’s My Boy he was the brother who was sleeping with his sister because “good-looking people” are just supposed to do that… I’m not like a huge fan or anything, it was quite a random person. If I had chosen a break in buddy, surely Robert Downey Jr would have helped me. After all, he does have an Iron Man suit.
So anyway, regardless of what show he was in or why he was in this dream he helped me break into this building. And we got the key. But we didn’t leave. We stayed and ate snacks and watched tv. This is because isn’t that what you always do after you break and enter into a building, you eat snacks? Later on I eventually got the van back to the school. No one was there except for the weird janitor guy who vacuums in the dark. That part is true-when I worked there we really did have a guy that vacuumed in the dark! Then my alarm went off. I got up thinking “huh?” I was relieved it was just a dream, because I really hate missing or being late to work, and breaking and entering too (I figured I’d better clarify that).
It’s certainly not one of the weirdest dreams I’ve had. I’m happy that I kept my clothes on throughout the whole dream. Usually there’s nakedness on my part that I have to hide in strange ways. I’ve said before that anyone who analyzes dreams would have quite a heyday talking to me about the weird stuff I dream about.
Have you ever had one of those weird dreams that make you go huh?
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