In my dreams I shop for boots and get a McDonald's Coke...

It's no secret to anyone that knows me that I don't really like shoes. If I had my druthers I'd wear flip flops every day for every occasion, so the idea that in my dream I'd be shopping for boots is just plain ridiculous. Nonetheless...

The dream started with me looking at ankle boots...you know, the ones that barely cover the ankle and show off your leg if you bend over or cross your legs. I've never really understood these boots, but in my dream, this is what I was looking for. And I found two pair, one black and one brown, that were absolutely gorgeous. But I wasn't sure so I called in my good friend Tasha who is a boot afficiando, and she was less than impressed. She agreed that they were beautiful shoes, but was also concerned about how if you bent over or crossed your legs that they were just sort of there looking strange. We actually had quite a lengthy discussion about how they only reason I was really looking at boots at all was to cover my feet, not to keep my legs warm, but somehow she convinced me to get a taller boot, though not knee height. I don't think I was very excited about this and in the end, I didn't come away with any boots. That part seemed real, because there's truly no reason I'd ever spend my money on boots of any height.

The dream then morphed to me being in my old hometown of Laramie and I was running late for something, heading toward some school, though I wasn't sure which one. It's not that there are so many in Laramie, but there are enough to need to know where you're headed. Anyway...I was driving down Grand and decided to take a detour through McDonald's because I was certain I couldn't survive the day without a Coke. This part of the dream was actually very close to reality because I often make this sort of detour on my way to work now. Anyway...I pulled into the drive-through and as I did, I heard someone singing, and when I looked into the window to see who it was it was my old friend David from Laramie who actually used to work at McDonald's (oh yeah, I worked there too at one point in time) and then I think switched to Burger King at some point, but it was like I wasn't supposed to be there and he was surprised to see me when I waved from the drive-through lane. He stopped singing but I told him to finish then ordered a well done hashbrown and a medium Coke with extra ice. And yes, that's my normal order for breakfast at McDonald's. 

Next thing I know I'm inside the restaurant getting the Coke and it keeps spilling on me because the lid won't stay on and as I'm trying to get it to stay one of David's daughters (who I don't know at all in real life and have no idea if this was his real daughter or not) started talking to me, and she worked there too. I started talking to her so I could figure out which school I was supposed to be going to since apparently I was going there to see one of her sisters. Sure. Why not? She told me and then I finally got the lid to stay on my cup and left the restaurant. 

That's all there was though since the alarm rang about that time and woke me up before I even got a sip of the Coke. And yeah, I don't think I need to tell you that I'll be stopping at McDonald's on my way to work this morning because I'm practically salivating right now.

In my dreams, I get on the wrong train and eat pie...

So in this dream, a friend and I were in Philadelphia and we were heading to a concert. We were walking into the train station, and I walked through the normal entry but he decided to be "cool" and run up a ramp and bypass the line. It was pretty clear in the dream that this was something he did on a regular basis. I rolled my eyes as he ran by then got my ticket and started walking toward the train. Meanwhile, he got on the train and it started to pull away. He was standing there looking for me and I caught his eye and waved as he pulled away. I was irritated.

I got to the train, which looked very different than the train he'd just gotten on and before I realized it, I was on it but trying to get off because it was clearly the wrong train. But I was too late. So, there I was, on the wrong train, irritated with my friend and unsure where I was headed. I figured I'd just get off at the next stop, get back on another train going the other direction then figure out how to get back to where I was supposed to be going.

A minute later this open air train was soaring over water and I almost fell off. I realized I had to hang on a little more carefully as we flew. Yes. The train was flying. And it was beautiful. There was a river and lots of trees, but I still needed to get off.

When we pulled to a stop, back on the ground and in front of a little shopping center in the middle of the countryside, I asked the conductor when another train would be by going the other direction. He said it would be 10 minutes or so. So I got off and looked around for where the stop was on the other side of the road. When I turned around the train was gone and I was standing in front of a restaurant that looked much like an Armadillo Willy's. I was hungry but wasn't sure how much time I had, so I decided to get French fries and a Coke, but when I got to the counter, they talked me into getting pie. Apparently it was only a dollar. As the guy was putting the pie on my plate, I woke up.

And frankly, now I just want pie.

In my dreams I push little kids...

It's no secret to anyone that knows me that I'm not really a kid person. I don't have any. I don't want any. And I'm just as happy to go about my life without being involved with any. There are a few I like, kids of friends, but these are rare and exceptional children. No thank you, I don't need to hold the baby. Just not my thing. I couldn't be happier for my friends with kids. Truly. It's just not my thing. I never had one of those biological clocks, so I guess it's no surprise that I would push a child in my dream. Please understand that I have never and would never do this in real life. Never.

In this dream I was in Canada. This is already crazy because I've never been to Canada and have no plans of visiting. Lately all I do is despise Canada because of its dirty hockey teams, but that's really a separate issue. Anyway...I was in Canada in some boutique in what may have been a hotel. I was with friends, but they left and I wandered through the store and found a bathroom. Apparently I couldn't wait to get back to my hotel room. 

The bathroom was tucked away in a corner and its door was a plush velvet curtain, attached by a magnet of some sort. I was a little leary about it, but went in nonetheless. I set my keys on a small stool inside and proceeded to, well, you know, go to the bathroom. 

As I was sitting there, a woman, a grandmotherly type, pulled the curtain open, and I was like, "I'll be just a minute!" and pulled the curtain closed. Mortifying. A second later, the woman is opening the curtain again and sitting down on the stool! What?!?! And then the child she was with practically jumps into the bathroom and I just pushed her down. Seriously. Pushed her and yelled at her that she had to wait. The grandmother meanwhile didn't even flinch. 

I woke up about a second after that, probably because I actually had to go to the bathroom, but probably a little due to the shock that people were encroaching on my space and that I pushed a child to the ground. 

I'm not terribly worried about the deep psychological meaning behind this dream, but you can bet I'll never go to a bathroom that's secured by just a curtain ever in my life.