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05:11:2006 Entry: "Ann : DREAMS : Three Distinct Images"

DREAMS : Three Distinct Images

I can't remember the plot for this dream or dreams, but I remember a few vivid images.

One was that we had a much larger front lawn, sort of like the size of my parents' front lawn (not that theirs is huge by any standard, but it is much larger than our front lawn [they live in an early 1960s suburban development in a city in the west; we live in a 1900s urban area in a larger city in the midwest.]) The odd thing is that it really did look like my parents front lawn, except that it didn't have any trees and instead had vegetable gardens that we were watering. But it wasn't their lawn, it wasn't flat and level with the street...it was like ours, raised 6 feet or so up off the street.

Another memory was thay I was walking with Stan in some odd store (this store is a reocurring motif. I can't really explain it...they sell a lot of craft stuff, but it's not a craft store. Maybe it's a five and dime, but it's sort of wholesale warehouse-like too). Stan was wearing a cook's outfit with a white apron, and I was wearing an apron too, but I wasn't cooking, I had been painting and had paint on the apron. We walk by a group of 20 or so young women (in their late teens or 20s?) who were sitting on the floor as if they were exercising. They stare at us strangely because we look like cooks. I say something snide to them like, "of course you don't know what cooks look like because you never cook."

The final part was that Stan had said that during some time in the mid 90s he had spent a sememster abroad in Europe. I didn't recall him doing this, so I went through some of his records (I don't know what kind of records) and sure enough, a portion of them were missing, meaning he was not here. I then realized I was also married to some other guy (no one I knew, and definitely no one I would ever want to be married to. He was big, maybe 100 pounds heavier than Stan, sort of dimwitted and oafish. I had a black and white picture of this guy and he was wearing an ugly knitted bulky sweater with polka dots that were about 3 inches across. Who dressed this dork? And why was I married to him? Would Stan find out? Maybe the marriage would just dissolve away. After I woke up I realized this marriage dream was like those college course dreams that I have when I realize I've been signed up for a course but never attended, and I'm hoping that my non-attendance will somehow negate the fact that I ever signed up for it.

2 Comments

I wish we had as much room as your parents do to grow things - thatwould be great.

I love to cook.

I'm very happy that you decided to keep me instead of the other guy.

Posted by stanley @ 04:30:2006:02:47 PM CST

One thing I forgot to mention in the dream was that pretty funny is that I was saying that now that I have two husbands, I can be like most women because I can have a husband that I hate (meaning the big oaf) and then one that I love (Stan). What I meant by that is that most women sort of love/hate their husbands, and now I can be in compliance, albeit, with two different husbands, since prior to that I only loved my husband.

Hope that makes sense.

Posted by Ann @ 05:01:2006:09:06 AM CST

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