Last night I had a dream. In it, Smokey Robinson was pregnant. It was completely unexplainable. Does he have a uterus? He must! Will he be able to nurse? creepy. Delivery? Just sayin... It would have been of no personal concern to me were he not on my intramural football team through work. There was a big dilemma; do we throw the ball to him and risk hurting him and the baby, who may or may not be protected by amniotic fluid because it may or may not be incubating in a uterus? It may just be floating amidst organs in his abdominal cavity. Or do we let me run with the ball? I knew I could run, but was I coordinated enough to run and carry a football and possibly zig and zag to avoid the opposing team who all happen to be between 6'5" and 6'7"? There was no way to know… But while my teammates were debating I excused myself to go to the restroom. I ended up in the men’s restroom with an elderly Asian man.
To say I woke up completely boggled would be an understatement. Then Lennon handed me this sign before I even had a chance to open both of my eyes
(no boys allowed except dad and mom)It only furthered the confusion. Maybe I am a boy? Maybe intramural football was my calling in life and i missed it? Maybe I was supposed to be trained up in the ways of life and public restroom etiquette by an elderly Asian man? Maybe, and more likely, I need a solid night of uninterrupted sleep and my exhausted nursing brain just overtook my dreams. I may never know…
4 comments:
Oh I needed a good laugh and this was a perfect pick me up for my foul mood...I'm on the verge of strangling Eden. My child whom I am spending every waking moment (that isn't cleaning and organizing the upstairs in preparatory for the brand new carpet which is to be laid in two days) preparing for her birthday and baptism. Someone needs to steal her and love her right now because I am reeeeally ready to do some damage that would ensure therapy for us both.
hilarious. you know, I don't remember if I never dreamed while nursing at night or if I always did and just forgot how wild they were in the morning.
but recently.....CRAZY dreams. maybe I need you to interpret mine. then you'd REALLY have your work cut out for you.
Dream weaver I believe you can get me through the ni-hiii-iight
ooo ooo
Dream weaver I believe we can reach the mornin li-hiiii-iight
Fly me high through the stary skies maybe to an astro pla-ane
Cross the highway of fantasy
help me to forget today's pain.... OOO OOO
Dream weaver
Funny... It makes me remember that Asian man with stinky feet that came to massage school and the smell made you ill. Maybe it was him in the men's room!Just sayin.. and Smokey Robinson sings "Just the two of us". Perfect song to nurse to.
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