Today when I came home, Gary was already there since he'd spent the day at home with the flu.
"One good thing about the flu," he said, "It gives you the coolest dreams. I had my recurring car dream again."
"What? There's a recurring car dream? I thought the only recurring dream you have is the Big House dream." (See Life in the Big House.)
"Oh, really?" He shrugged. "I can't believe I've never told you about that. I have the Cool Car dream all the time."
So, I pressed for details.
In the Cool Car Dream:
- Gary buys a cool car, usually a Corvette, but for some reason today it was a Ferrari. I do have a new job, so I suppose he upgraded.
- One the same day he buys said car -
- He loses control of the car because of the handling, or
- The car is stolen, or
- The car is dismantled in garage of our house (not the big house of his dreams, but our current house) and left entirely in pieces, with significant pieces missing.
- Gary's response to the loss of the car is to shrug it off and go back to the same dealer and buy a cheaper car from the same manufacturer.
I'm just as baffled about this dream as I am about the Big House Dreams. I don't know what he's responding to. He did just get his yearly review. Maybe the car symbolizes his status in life? Maybe he's worried about losing the raise he got? And more important, why don't I have recurring dreams?
Speaking of my dreams:
You know, we've had a big influx of people here from the Lush site, and the MS people from the MS carnival and the Great Blog Link Experiment, so you old-timers know what this means. This means I am compelled by forces beyond my control to confess something inappropriate.
But, what to do? Nothing even interesting happened to me yesterday, much less inappropriate, and I know that was a great disappointment to those of you who remember the Brazilian adventure after the Ships and Dippers crowd visited.
Well, my subconscious rectified the situation last night by giving me the most horribly, horribly inappropriate dream ever. So horrible I woke up and said, "Oh ... oh no one will ever hear about that one." And that just made it worse, because first: "Hi! New People! Gotta Humiliate Self!" followed by: "Keeping a Secret! Gotta Humiliate Self!"
So, I just want to say if anyone else has had a dream involving a three-way among themselves, a young Bruce Willis, and their seventy-one year old mother I want you to feel comfortable sharing.
Don't leave! Hear me out! Sure, a sex dream involving my Mom (Jesus what is wrong with me) is perverted on so many many levels. Still, I want to assure everyone (especially you, Mom, and Good Morning) that I did not have contact with Mom during the sex. Bruce Willis and I were having sex, and Mom decided to strip down and participate. She was focusing on Bruce, not me (because THAT, THAT would be sick), and I had just the most satisfying time.
Then I woke up and gouged my eyes out. The End. God, how I wish I were making this up.