I read somewhere a long time ago that you shouldn't talk about your dreams to anyone who didn't wake up with you. I think that's very telling. Because truly? Nobody cares about your dreams. The only person that should have to listen to that b/s is a person you've graced with your nakedness.
And since I woke up with just Kitty this morning and he clearly doesn't understand plain English...well I dreamed I was in Russia. In a hotel. A very large and presumably elegant hotel; which had busy, confusing wallpaper and cryptic Cyrillic signage. I was alone, wandering around kind of lost.
At first I was all, this is lovely! this is huge! I'm all amazed I'm in Russia! But the further I wandered, the less comfortable I felt. I became sure that someone was following me, my heart started beating faster, I turned and went through an archway and the hallway I found myself in was a dead end. I retraced my steps and found restrooms in the next hallway, but couldn't tell which of the two crazy words I had to choose from read "ladies".
A strange and crippled man with withered legs and aluminum crutches finally helped me, even though the crippled man completely skeeved me out. The bathroom was tiny and cramped, but recently remodeled. I found teeny, tiny eyeglass screws on the toilet seat. Clearly a clue, but of what? The toilet bowl was filled with sea shells, small, sunken bathtub toys and smooth, pretty stones. Another clue. I suddenly found a cat litter scooper in my hand and began to quickly clear out the bowl before someone came in to check on me.
And that's pretty much all I remember.
WTF?? While I would love to go to Russia someday, there are many other places in the world I'd go first. And if I am going to dream of being scared in Russia, wouldn't Lubyanka be a better choice, or...what's the frozen tundra they send you to when you're an enemy of the state? Siberia!?
Even my dreams have become pedestrian.
*sigh*
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