Of Anemone, Silver Motorcycles and Men in Tool Belts

It's time once again to explore the vast unknown that lies inside my head, where strange creatures roam the intricate folds of my gray matter resulting in weird dreams to rival any episode of The Twilight Zone.

I woke up this morning at some ungodly hour, around the buttcrack of dawn with an allergy induced headache. As I waddled through the house looking for something to break up the gunk in my head (thank you ragweed) I took a mental walk through the dream I'd just had. If I replay it in my head as soon as I wake up, I can recall more of it later.

I was in a either an apartment building or hotel, Spanish stucco style with a few palm trees here and there. It had a square courtyard in the center, I'd describe the area as "upscale." The people who were employed there seemed poor, dark skinned and there was some reference made to Mexico. I was with a man but he apparently wasn't my significant other because he kept trying to fix me up with people he knew there, resulting in someone leaving messages on my cell phone in Spanish. There was someone moving a red couch in the dream, but that's because Ma and I had words last night over her distaste with my moving the furniture.

After I took some decongestant, I curled up on the couch in my robe and turned the television on. I ended up watching a Kath and Kim movie on either IFC or Sundance, during which I fell back to sleep.

In this dream, Ma, the Amazon and I were living back in the neighborhood I grew up in. It was a different house and there was a garage where a tree used to be, but it was the same lot. Someone had given the Amazon a big, silver motorcycle and she had no desire to ride it, so I took it out for a spin through the old neighborhood. It's been at least 22 years since I've been on a bike and I've not driven one since I was 13, so it was weird to experience it like it was something I do every day. When I got back to the garage, I was worried that someone was going to steal the bike, so I put it on the porch. There was a man there, in a plaid shirt and tool belt who kept following me around the house telling me he needed all my passwords for my computer so that he could fix my "anemone" game. I don't know what the crap he was talking about, I have no such game nor software, but the fact that he kept repeating it and that I saw the word typed out on a piece of paper in the dream, plain as day, is weird. If you'll think about it, it's unusual to see a printed sign or paper in a dream that is clear and easy to read. The fact that this was means something. Exactly what, I don't know.

There was also some moving around of a red couch in this one, but I blame Ma and her demands last night that I move the furniture that she never sits on, in a room that she enters maybe twice a week at most.

Oh and there was a little grey tabby kitten playing on my bed in the dream, I hope that part wasn't prophetic. I don't need anymore hairy little poop machines in this house.

I tell ya'll my weird dreams so that six months from now when I say "I met this cool guy on a silver motorcycle, wearing a tool belt with "anemone" tattooed on his forearm today who was petting a little gray cat!" I'll have ya'll here to remind me of the weird dreams I had this morning.

Now I'm going to go Google "anemone" and what silver and gray symbolize. Ya'll have a good one :)