Dreams

I tend to have very vivid, often weird dreams. They have intricate plots, colors, and sometimes it's hard to want to get up because I'm enjoying the dream so much I just want to stay there and live out the fantasy. Most of the time, I can sort of figure out why I dreamt something because I can trace it back to some event within the last week. Other times, I just have no clue.

Spencer and I have gotten into a bad habit in the last few weeks. We've been staying up later and later on Fridays and Saturdays since we don't have to get up Saturday or Sunday morning. These are the mornings that I most clearly remember my dreams. The past two weekends I've had particularly memorable dreams and I enjoyed them so much I thought I'd share.

Two weeks ago I dreamt that Spencer and I were out at BYU dating (just like we did in real life). For some reason, things weren't progressing along as quickly as I wanted and I was getting fed up with him. So, when my mom called and asked if I would marry the neighbor boy I said something along the lines of, "sure! why not?" and was suddenly experiencing a wedding. Now, the neighbor boy is real. He lived next door, was home schooled, and really does exist. I think he may even be single, but that's beside the point. I didn't really know him growing up, probably said all of 2 words to him, never had a crush on him, and haven't thought of him probably since he lived next door and I was still living there. The wedding ceremony was unusual and had a lot of weird rituals in it that I don't remember, but I think that part traces back to the fact that we are from different religions. The house we had it in was gorgeous, as was the food, but my dress was not the most attractive. Oh well. The weirdest part comes next though: After we had been married we were sitting together on a bed discussing our future life, but for some reason Spencer was also there. Because it was essentially an arranged marriage, we didn't really know each other. The neighbor boy then proceeded to tell me all of the things about my life that were going to have to change. For instance, he wouldn't kiss me because he didn't know me, he worked as a checker at WalMart, and since we were married I would be required to convert to his religion which required the women to have lots of babies, stay home, and never wear make-up. After each revelation, Spencer would say, " Well, that's gonna be a problem," which was totally unhelpful and totally what Spencer would say in that situation. The thing about this dream was that it was so totally life-like I woke up really confused and really irritated at Spencer for not making a bigger effort to prevent me from being stuck with the neighbor boy.

Last week, my dream was less plausible and more fantastic. I was at a gorgeous resort in the Mediterranean Sea studding ethics with some friends from high school and a few teacher/colleagues from my current bioethics program. We were going on these really grand adventures and seeing all kinds of wonderful villages and natural formations (which has nothing to do with ethics) and had headed back to the resort for the day to get some writing done. My friend from high school was cliff diving in the green-blue pool of water surrounding the hotel so I decided to join her. As I was wading though the shallow end of the pool, I brushed up against the cutest alien duck. It exploded into a huge, monstrous duck which was apparently a defense mechanism (kind of like a blow fish). After that I was trying to avoid the alien ducks, but one spotted me and turned itself into a duck-spear and started attacking me. That's the point where I woke up. It wasn't scary, it was really just comical. I much watch too much Syfy to be dreaming of crazy, exploding/attacking ducks!

So there you go. Two weird dreams in two weeks. I will never look at ducks or think of the neighbor boy in the same way again. I wonder what next weekend will bring.