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In my dreams, I concatenate, deal with hockey pucks and wander around on bike and foot

When I woke up sometime around 1 this morning it was because I was being chased/taunted by the word CONCATENATE in my dream. That's right. CONCATENATE. There were little versions of this word dangling all around me and it wasn't scary but it was definitely weird and it woke me up. I could only shake my head once I was awake because late yesterday afternoon I was having a concatenate issue in Excel and was getting frustrated that it wouldn't work like I wanted it to. Apparently popping a couple of Benadryl before bed brought that frustration right into my dreams. I can honestly say that I've never had a dream about a word before. That was a first.

I got back to sleep pretty quickly and then had a random series of dreams that involved my dad and his wife, some random kids that I was apparently taking care of, a huge department store, hockey pucks, Jennifer Aniston and Joey Tribiani (aka Matt LeBlanc, but he was Joey in the dream).

At one point in the dream I was riding bikes with my dad and his wife and we were in the desert or some sort of vast open place. It seemed like maybe we were in another country but I have no idea where. I couldn't say what we were doing there or why we were doing it on bikes but nonetheless, it happened. At one point I was watching these two kids, a boy and a girl, like maybe I was their nanny or just a friend of the family...no real idea. I just remember making them get off the train tracks when the lights started flashing and those giant arms started to come down. I think I may have even yelled at the little girl when she didn't move fast enough. 

I kept wandering through hallways and various rooms in this dream, and I'm not sure where I was but it seemed like a mall or a giant store. At one point there was some sort of announcement about "The Last Goalie" and suddenly there was a mob of people trying to get a hockey puck. I sort of just watched and seemed confused about what was going on but a few minutes later there was an announcement about "The 13th Goalie" and I joined in the mad dash for the pucks. 

It was about that time that a loud speaker started playing a voice over from Jennifer Aniston talking about how awful The 13th Goalie had been to her and when we turned toward a video board we saw Joey Tribiani (how I knew it was the character Joey and not Matt LeBlanc I couldn't tell you) who was, apparently, the goalie in question. He looked shocked by what she was saying about him, how he was a horrible boyfriend or something. We watched for a bit then went back to the pucks and started grabbing whatever we could.

A few minutes later the puck frenzy started again although this time it seemed to be in numerical order, like they started calling out Thomas Greiss because he wears #1 (for the San Jose Sharks NHL team in case you have no idea who I'm talking about), then they called someone that wore #2 although it wasn't the actual player that wears that. Then no one wore the numbers up to #9 which, in my dream, was Patrick Marleau's number. When they called that, the crowd went nuts and made another mad rush to the table for the pucks.

I woke up shortly after that and frankly felt exhausted. Apparently all that bike riding and rushing for pucks wore me out! 

I can understand at some level why I dreamed about hockey pucks. The Sharks are in the playoffs and they sold mystery pucks before the first game on Monday (and they're selling them again tonight) and it was a bit of a mad rush to get into the building and get them the other night. I can at least connect those dots, though Patrick Marleau wears #12 in real life, not #9. But how Jennifer Aniston and Matt LeBlanc got in the picture I have no idea. I haven't even watched Friends re-runs in a while. And Lord knows where those two children came from or why my dad and his wife and I were biking. I don't think we own a single bike between us.

Ah well...it made for some entertainment in my own mind at least. Good to know I'm still crazy...

In my dreams there are flight attendants, Matt Nathanson and Magneto...

I can't believe it's been two months since I posted on this blog...it's not that life hasn't been crazy...just more serious crazy than normal crazy. Does that even make sense? I don't care.

Well...when I awoke this morning I could only shake my head at the series of dreams that wandered through my not-very-deep sleep last night. I seriously don't know where I get this stuff...

Part One: 

My friend Tasha and I were going on a trip overseas. This isn't really that crazy since she goes overseas all the time. I've never been but I do have my passport and we've discussed potential journeys for the future. We got seated on the plane and honestly, it was more like a giant limousine, but the seats were very comfy. And then I realized I didn't have my passport...and that I'd left it in my suitcase which was, inexplicably, still in the hotel. Yeah. I don't get it either. The flight attendant told me there was still time for me to go back and get it - fyi, she was dressed like a flight attendant from the 60s; yeah, I don't get that either - so, I crawled over a couple of businessmen and through the back of the plane. And again, it was like the backseat of a limo as I pulled seat cushions out of the way and crawled out onto the pavement and then proceeded to wander into a warehouse (hangar?) and push the button for a service elevator. I waited for several minutes then got on and went through some crazy series of floors to get to my room where I found my suitcase then left to, I suppose, go back to the plane. That was the end of that.

Part Two:

The beginning of the second part is a bit fuzzy but it seemed like I was watching a movie but then maybe I was in the movie or maybe it was all happening in real life. Let me just say that the key player was Magneto from X-Men, the one played by Ian McKellen. And it was like he was in all these little magnetic pieces in a box, and I opened the box in the back of a cab and he started to form. OMG, what??? I haven't watched an X-Men movie in months so who knows where any of this came from. The next thing I knew I was in a town and going to a Matt Nathanson concert and these two girls, supposed fans, come out of nowhere to go with me. I don't know them in the dream (no idea who they might be in the real world either) but I don't seem to trust them. It seems like they either work for Magneto or are spies or something. Anyway, we get to this bar where he's supposed to play and it's this huge place with dark wood paneling and lots of halls and corners and we're looking for him but don't find him. I then lose the two girls somehow and see him coming down the stairs - apparently he's supposed to perform upstairs. The girls then reappear and we all go up with him and the upstairs of this place is like this creepy family restaurant and it's all decorated for Christmas. And there are lots of kids there and I'm thinking that it's not Matt's normal crowd, but he sits down to play and I attempt to sit on this couch but the Christmas tree is so big that I can't so I just stand and the whole thing is very awkward. A few minutes later we're sitting at a picnic table in someone's back yard - me, Matt and the two girls - and apparently they're trying to help him get away from Magneto. And that's about the time I woke up. 

I have seriously lost it. Wow.