A Dream
I’ve been sick the last few days. Yesterday morning I forced myself to go out and on the way into town, Ryan had to pull over to the side of the road so I could throw up. Yes, it was in the morning. But no, it was not ‘morning sickness’. Pretty much since then (except for couple hours last night) I have been sleeping.
Out of the depths of my sleep came this lovely dream: I was in the nicest grocery store where only one side of each aisle was food and the other was a plain wall painted a rich, chocolate brown so there would be less traffic in each aisle and you didn’t get product overload. Such a thoughtful market. There was an entire aisle dedicated to spices that I had never heard of that I was slowly making my way down. I came across these tiny test tubes with a little spray nozzle on the side and there was a sign that said “spray to make your food taste like the sea”. I knelt down to look and was surprised to find each of the little tubes to be filled with water and the tiniest sea creatures I had ever seen. There was a bright pink octopus the size of the eraser on the end of a pencil, a florescent yellow sea horse and miniature fish all the colors of the rainbow. Quickly, I bought up the entire stock of the test tubes to save the little guys. In my haste, one of the caps came off and out flew a miniscule blue and white penguin. Gently, I asked him to go back into the tube and he did. My original idea was that they would look beautiful hanging up in a row somewhere, but when I got home I knew I had to give them a larger place to swim.
Then I woke up.
Hey britt sorry to hear your not feeling well. That dream sounds so crazy and awesome at the same time. I sure wish i could see it.
Britt I had a vivid sea creatures dream too while I was sick! In mine I went on an interview with a journalist who took me to see this very tiny-bodied lady who’s head was very big and her lips pursed like a angel fish, but masculine like a drag-queen when she was zooming in and around the ’sea’ which was really the pool on the roof that they had inhabited with sea creatures (very flourescent ones) that she would go around and socialize with, and pucker kiss them - this was where she felt comfortable. Later we met her in her apartment where she had a tall east-indian, but modern husband who did very detailed floorings, all in beige. In her apartment she looked strangely well porportioned and dark-skinned, and was so normal and nonchalant. I was a little disappointed about that. (I was thinking to Garren, that maybe the underwater thing has to do with my head feeling like a bowling-ball - at least mine did). I like the one-side aisles! boy do I. I always miss stuff, walking and turning my head side-to-side.