I’m the queen of weird dreams. If I can manage to sleep more than three or four hours a night, I always dream something crazy, usually in the wee hours of the morning. I don’t know where this stuff comes from. The things I dream have nothing to do with my recent reading material, current TV shows I’ve watched, or things I’ve read surfing the internet.
I’ve kept a dream journal about all this bizarre stuff for at least the last twenty years. I keep thinking a pattern will emerge but the only thing concrete at this point is the fact I’m usually around lots of people.
The last week in March, I was dreaming about Sharon Osborne. I don’t think I’ve ever dreamed about the Osborne’s before. In my dream, she was running a beauty salon in a western town. At least all the buildings were western style in architecture. She must have been in a mall-type situation because there were lots of other rooms and waiting areas in the place, and many people milling about.
She gave me a purse-type case with lots of wrapped packages inside. The wrapping paper was old-fashioned, similar to newsprint or an old newspaper, but with small floral patterns on it and each tied separately with curling ribbon. After I got home, or where I was staying, my husband started opening them. Some were flat and others were tiny boxes.
A flat one had an announcement in there that stated Ozzy was going deaf. My husband asked me if I gave her my condolences and of course I didn’t know, so I went back to talk to her. She was busy working on someone’s hair so I decided to wait.
While waiting I saw a man come in for surgery. He had a bandage on his head and was in a wheelchair. They wheeled him into another room. There was a kitchen in yet another room. A group of people in white clothes was busy cooking fish. They started washing up kitchen utensils to use in the operating room. “This will be fine,” they kept telling the man who looked skeptical as they brought in spatulas, big kitchen forks and knives.
I went to the restroom and a large gray, fluffy cat followed me in. The room was tiny with a sink and toilet and a shoebox-sized litter box. The cat got in to do his business standing and waving his tail in a flag as he sprayed the entire bathroom and me. I had my arms up to protect myself. I saw the cat lounging earlier on a cushion in the waiting room where there were skylights and potted plants all over.
When I came out, I went to another restroom and cleaned up. This one was bigger and some girls helped me sponge up my arms and legs and change clothes. I wasn’t mad at the cat because the litter box was too small for him. Then I went to the kitchen to eat fish while I waited for
Then…I woke up.
What do you make of this dream? Have you ever dreamed anything bizarre?