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 Sharon .
Then…I woke up.
What do you make of this dream? Have you ever dreamed anything bizarre?
