Last night I had a bad dream, and since I actually remember it, I’m taking it as a sign that I should blog about it since I never remember my dreams in the morning.
When I have a nightmare, I usually wake up in the middle of the night covered in sweat, tangled up in sheets, in an odd position in the bed, and sometimes breathing like I just ran a marathon. Correction: breathing like I just ran half a mile….quarter of a mile…like I just ran 10 feet.
One time I actually completely turned around on the bed, and my head was at the bottom of the bed while my feet rested on my pillow. For a few brief moments after waking up, I was sure I had been abducted by aliens, and they had returned me to my bed in the wrong position because the aliens wanted to be sure that I knew they had taken me. (It takes a few minutes for my head to clear when I first wake up.)
In my dream, Kiefer Sutherland and I are at some party having a grand time. And then Maggie Gyllenhaal approaches and strikes up a conversation. My initial thought was Awesome! Until it becomes clear that Maggie Gyllenhaal is talking only to Kiefer and completely ignoring me. Maggie doesn’t even glance in my general direction.
Then she threads her arm through Kiefer’s and they walk off together. What the…. As if that wasn’t bad enough, suddenly instead of being at the party, I’m stuck in Kiefer Sutherland’s house. I can’t get out through the doors or the windows.
That’s when I woke up. I immediately roll away from Kiefer because hey, Dream Kiefer sucks and left me, so Real Kiefer must suffer the consequences. After a few minutes, I fling an arm over Real Kiefer because I realize he’s not actually Dream Kiefer, and he would never leave me for Maggie Gyllenhaal (Scarlett Johansson maybe, but not Maggie Gyllenhaal).
Just for reassurance, I texted Kiefer this morning, and he confirmed that he would never leave me for Maggie Gyllenhaal. Dodged that bullet.
Eventually I fall back asleep, and Part 2 of the dream continues. I’m still stuck in Kiefer’s house, and I can’t get out, but kittens are somehow finding a way in. And I mean a lot of kittens.
Suddenly Kiefer Sutherland is back in the house (minus Maggie Gyllenhaal), and he tells me I can keep the kittens in his house. And Kiefer Sutherland is allergic to kittens, so this is kind of a big deal.
Then I woke up. Now I’m left pondering the meaning of it all.
Please post your interpretations.