I had a few dreams last night, but I can only remember the one that was in my head upon awakening.
A little background first.
I often dream that I am my daughter. Some times I will be in her body; other times I will be in my body but living her life. In the past month or so I have had multiple dreams where I am her fighting to keep her man.
My daughter has a boy... that would/will be her boyfriend now that she is sixteen and allowed to date. He lives in San Diego but is coming up for a visit this weekend. There is a good deal of debate going on between my husband and I on how things will be when he gets here. Exactly what are they allowed to do etc. One question up for debate is can he walk her home from school alone. Which leads us into the dream...
As is the "plan" I drop off Nick to walk home with my daughter. I drive home to the house I lived at when I was 10-12 at Edwards AFB. Inside, it resembles the house I lived in at VAFB when I was 16-18. Nick's mom and sister are there cooking. I sample Greta's cooking; It's cheese in pasta sauce that looks like fat cells, just like my dream a few nights ago. (OK... SOMETHING is up with the fat cell cheese thing!)
The young couple is taking too long to walk home... obviously they aren't walking.
I go to get them... can't find keys.
I find them, and drive over to the house that I dropped him off at (not school after all). They are there, but not doing anything wrong. I take them home.
Nick sits down on the lazy boy. (In my own body, but hopefully acting at my daughter now), I kiss him. I have lettuce in my mouth, and give him some during the kiss.
We start to talk about talk about the disgrace of Veggie Monster... no longer Cookie Monster.
I see a diorama of sesame street. Veggie Monster has a comb over hairdo, very geeky.
I have to go for my Wednesday morning dog hike, but I'll be thinking of meaning...
Kissing with lettuce... that's got to be something. And of course this strange cheese re-occurrence.
2 comments:
Lettuce is healthy.
Cheese looking like fat cells is not.
Whether or not it was me or me as my daughter kissing Nick, the purpose was to give him some of my 'healthy lettuce'. Maybe it's a healthy conversation we'll share, or maybe just a healthy visit. It may be geeky, or appear to be geeky, like Veggie Monster, definitely not as fun as Cookie Monster. But if he's dating my daughter, I think I'm happy he's not a "cookie" monster. :-)
I lived at Edwards AFB on & off for 6 or 7 years. It's where I graduated & met my hubby. Truly a hell hole!
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