"Peter Pan, Smurfs, and Shorts"

Well, I'm back from my trip... on which I kept no dream journal. :-)

Last night I had three... (or more)

The first one; I was playing around on my computer and my husband was helping me to put some new icons on my desktop. They were strange things like high def fireworks, and mushrooms. Directly after they were all on my desktop I went into the movie "Peter Pan". I don't know if I was Peter Pan, or if I was in narrator mode directly over his shoulder. I could hear his thoughts and see everything from his view, but a few times the view changed and I was directly over him while flying. He landed in the yard of Mr. Smee. (They were both 'real' people, not cartoons.) Mr. Smee told him where to go find Hook. He seemed very nice and helpful, but when we started flying away there was a gun shot that nearly missed our head. After another gun shot, and we flew back down to the yard. There was a gun like the one he held in the cartoon, that looked a little like a horn. We saw his wife;  her name was Diane Cook, or at least that's what it sounded like. It makes more sense if she would've said "Hook", so maybe she did, I remember pondering the name as we left, thinking, "Cook? or Hook?" and "Capt. Hook's wife's name is Diane? or Mr. Smee's wife? I never knew they had a wife."

In the second dream I brought my dog to a bible study meeting at a friend's house. They had one gray tabby cat with two kittens. I assured them that Knuckles (my dog) would be fine with the cats. We watched the kittens and Knuckles play for a while then other guests started to arrive. My friend Roxi came and brought her dog (only in the dream it was a black lab, not a chocolate one), and another friend brought a dachshund. Everyone was afraid of how the dogs would do. It was a little hectic at first but after a while they seemed to be OK with each other... and the cats.

All the grownups sat down on the couches and the little kids went into a back room to play.

The TV was turned on and a tape put in... It was The Smurfs. We were all sitting there to watch The Smurfs. We were seeing if it was appropriate or something. There were discussions about what they were singing. People were saying that the first song was about groceries, but it was clearly about "rules" or "the law". I spoke up about it.  The next song was about something else I don't remember now.

My husband and I walked away from the group to go make-out in a back room. Every single room we went in to had someone sleeping in it. Even the bath tub had a person sleeping in it. It was odd.

The third dream was my sister and I again, looking through clothes. (There is something to this reoccurring theme.)  In this one we were getting ready for school (again), and we were sharing a wardrobe. The tops were not the important thing this time; it was all about the shorts.  I was looking for a particular pair about half way through. Finally I looked in a suitcase that was laying on the floor. I found what I thought was them, but upon further inspection, it wasn't. I ended up finding the shorts I was looking for in a pile I had already been through. (They were almost all jean shorts.)

"Laundry and Frozen Dinosaurs"

In last night's dream I was at my friend Kim's house. It wasn't really her house, but it was.

(They recently moved to their third house since I've known her.) The house in the dream was a little bit of some of her houses and a little bit of the house I was in when I met her. (I've been in three houses in that time frame too.)

At first, I was outside doing laundry. There was a clothes line, and a shed that held the washing machine and dryer. The back yard was very pretty, like a country garden. (It reminded me of a friend's back yard in Alabama.) I saw a kitten playing a few yards away, and noticed that he was playing with a baby fox. (It was like The Fox and the Hound, only a cat instead of a dog.) They scampered off through the bushes by a white fence. I thought it was a little strange to see a fox and kitten playing, but I went right back to the laundry.

I was picking up piles and piles of clean clothes to take inside to fold. I kept dropping pieces and getting frustrated. (There was even a pile of men's button up shirts already on hangers.)

I got an arm load inside and sat on the floor by the TV to fold. A Shirley Temple movie was on. She was saying, "I sing good. People like my voice, but it's my face that gets me all the parts." (odd, I know.)

As I was watching her, I realized that the movies were late. They were due back at Blockbuster the day before. (For real, Blockbuster went back to charging an over-due fee, and I had 'late movies' just a few days ago. I'm switching back to netflix.) The movies that were late in real life flashed through my mind, as did some other random cartoon movie and this Shirley Temple thing I was watching.

I got up to take them to the store. I never actually went though. I ended up in the kitchen looking for a snack. I was looking through multiple leftovers when Kim came in. She pointed out a little scene in the door shelf of the freezer that Lauren (her daughter) had made. "Can you tell what they are?" she asked. "Yeah, they are dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets," I said. The scene was made of salad and shredded carrots for grass, and frozen (all crystally white) dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets. 

...and that was the extent of the dream.

I'd love to sit and ponder the meaning with you, but I have to go to counseling in a few minutes, so "Ciao."