I’ve been getting a lot more sleep than usual lately. Been working extra hard during the days on multiple projects and I usually fall asleep the same time that I put Ben to sleep. I’m getting old and my body can’t take my late night internet wanderings anymore! Anyway, whenever I get a lot of sleep, I start having crazy, vivid dreams. Most of them I can’t remember, but usually there’s one that will stick in my mind - especially if it’s the last dream I’ve had before waking.
Here’s two of them that I had last weekend:
I am at the Olsen twins New York apartment. Yes, Mary Kate and Ashley. They’ve got a pretty swanky place…their whole kitchen is full of hi-tech gadgets, all set up by Google, one of their sponsors. I’m there with my family to attend a confirmation - it’s a Catholic ceremony that is your last step in becoming a full fledged member of the church. However, I have no idea who the people are that are getting confirmed - it’s the two children of this Chinese family. Why is it at MK&A’s place, I don’t know.
I’ve got my good camera on me and I’m taking pictures of everything and everyone. The ceremony is taking place on their balcony/patio and there’s a beautiful view of New York City. Of course, my mom wants me to take pictures of her with the skyline in the back. The father of the children getting confirmed doesn’t have his camera, so he asks if he can borrow mine. I give him my camera and he’s snapping away during the ceremony, right up against the bishop who is performing the confirmation. I’m surprised at how comfortable everyone is with the father totally in their faces with the cameras.
After the ceremonies, I’m taking group pictures of everyone - the family, MK&A, my family and other random people. Then, in the middle of it all, I realize that this has got to be a dream, because my mother isn’t alive anymore. I review the pictures in my camera, and the pictures that I had taken of my mother don’t show her on the balcony - they look like pictures of her taken in a photobooth - one picture, but divided into 4 panels, each with my mother in a different pose. I look around for my mother, and she’s gone. I find my sisters, and tell them what’s going on - that I saw my mother. They don’t believe me, so I pull out my camera. I can’t find those photobooth pictures. Even worse, when I look at the group pictures that she was in, she’s not in them anymore.
That’s about all I remember.
Another dream has me living in this building with a whole bunch of other people. It must be a museum or something. The people who live in this building are kinda like my tribe - we’re not necessarily related to each other, but we all share something in common.
One day, I’m walking around the building and I see my ex-coworker. I’m surprised to see him, but it’s a great reunion. He has come to live in our building, and he’s brought his wife and kids. We’re all happy to have them all join us and we treat them as though they’ve always been there. His son and daughter are having a great time with all the children and they’re learning a lot. They all quickly become part of our tribe.
After some time, I feel compelled to meet my ex-coworker in the main hall. There’s no one else but the two of us. We’re talking and something just doesn’t feel right. I find out that all this time we’ve been lied to. He actually isn’t my ex-coworker, but a robot, sent to destroy my tribe. His while family is comprised of deadly robots, and they’ve been sending out subliminal signals to my people to gather them in rooms so they could die. That’s also the reason I felt like coming to the main hall - so he could tell me about the plot right before killing me. He bursts into flames and the whole room explodes.
Next thing I know it, our building is destroyed - except for one room. One of the elders in my tribe comes up to me and tells me that evil-robot-ex-coworker’s robot-kids overrode the subliminal signals and gathered my tribe into the records room, saving not only my tribe, but all of our history. The time that the robot-children spent with us taught them about family and they wanted to protect us.
Crazy stuff, right? My brain is working overtime at night!
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