Dang it... Now I have that song in my head....
So D... D... D...
It was suggested I discuss d*ck... oh hell it's my blog, I can say it... dick... Wait, she just clarified... dickheads... Love you S but I'm so not convinced that heads was supposed to be behind dick...
And I could blog about dick but here's the thing... I don't know ish about it. Nope, not a damn thing except what they occasionally look like. I can tell you how much I like it. How much I want it. How I envy those who have it.
But here's the thing... I just did so blog over right?
Haha! You should be so lucky!! Nope I promised a BS blog and I'm going to deliver...
I choose... Daydreaming/dreaming... so thanks Katie!
I daydream all the time. Have been doing this all my life. There are a lot of things I would have been good at if I hadn't been perfecting my daydreaming.
When I was a kid I used to daydream that Michael Jackson would come an whisk me away. He was the king of pop and to my young mind that meant I had a chance at being the Queen or pop... I could have been the queen of doo doo but it wouldn't have mattered because I would have been queen. Then I got to high school and my king was replaced with four guys that couldn't have cared less for me, about me, whatever...
College didn't leave much time for daydreaming. For one I was in the band and it was controlled by the world most sadistic sonofabitch. If you watch HIMYM you know how to say that. Anyway he was. Won't go into details but he was. And I met my now ex husband. I spent most of the first half of my freshman year in his room.
My daydreaming picked up after I married him though. Now most girls dream of the rest of their life once they're married. Me, I dreamt of my future husband.
Yep you read that right. Shortly after I got married I started having dreams, actual dreams, and some daydreams about a man. A man that wasn't my husband.
It started off well enough. He was just a guy in my dreams that I couldn't pin a face to. His hair was varying shades going from blonde to black and grey. His stature has gone from taller than me to slightly taller than me and his build varies from extremely thin to slightly pudgy. His voice... his voice has never changed. It's deep and has an accent. A southern accent. It was one of the catalysts for moving to the south. I know that he's good with his hands and that he has a future as an architect or is an architect. I know that when I travel, sometimes his face gets clearer and sometimes it gets blurrier. I have come to think that when we are in close proximity his face is clearer and the blurry means we aren't close geographically.
If I was bored awake I might try to picture him. I had three terrifying daydreams though. The first, a little boy connected with this man fell out of a tree. I saw it, I felt my heart jump into my throat. I wanted to find that child and just hold him. I felt like my child had just fallen out of the tree. The second time I was in my kitchen but suddenly I was standing in a mall and I was looking at a little girl who couldn't find her parent. My ex said that he came in the kitchen I was pleading with the fridge to turn around because mommy was there. My bid to convince people that I was sane was just shot all to hell then... The third daydream was a simple one. He came in and hugged me and I felt warm and loved.
He's not the only ting I dream about. I have very vivid Day dreams about random stuff. I generally turn those into story ideas. Or blog ideas. Or sims.
I'm huge on Dreams but Day and night.
They say that if you die in your dreams you die in real life. I can't tell you if that's true because to date I haven't died in my dreams. I've been shot, I've given birth, I've been in some hellatious fights but I haven't yet died. Well not technically but Le Petit Motre doesn't really count as dying. If it did, I would be one dead bird. LOL.
Some people say that dreams are really just symbolic representations of what's on your mind. Let me debunk that. I know what's on my mind and lately it has been all over my dreams but I can assure you there is nothing symbolic about it. My dreams are literal. At least right now. To my knowledge, I have never had a symbolic dream.
There are people that say that dreams are your brains way of working out problems. I can attest to that. I have had some huge problems that were answered by dreams. Mostly it's me turning to look at myself and telling me what to do or acting out a solution and then turning to myself and telling myself to do what I just saw.
I can also remember my dreams. Can you? I may not remember them all the way through but the prolific dreams that have real key points stick with me.
So I need blog commenters. Tell me about your views on dreams. Come on!!
Need a closer that starts with D....
