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Crazy Dream

I had the craziest dream last night. I dreamed I was someone else. I mean I think I was me but nothing like me. I know that doesn't make much sense, but isn't that typically how dreams work? In my dream I was a cop (this alone is strange because it's never been a career I've ever considered & nor would I). Not only was I a cop, but I was a detective of some sort. My boss was Vince Vaughn (of course he was a cop too not a celebrity). I wasn't married, I didn't know my husband and during my dream, I started sleeping with my boss (Vince Vaughn - not a horrible concept, but strange because I've never been terribly keen on him). Also, I was apparently a drinker in this dream (I don't remember the last time I had a drink). In my dream, while off duty, I went to a party (I don't think I've been to a party since 1989 and even then didn't drink in excess). I got pretty drunk and decided to walk home from the party. My home was not here in England or in New Jersey. I apparently lived somewhere in California. Not only that, but I was quite thin and wore very small clothing. My skirt was way too short and my heels were a bit too high. I digress... Anyway, on my drunken way home, I ran into my boss (Vince Vaughn) and his partner (who was the tall brother on Everybody Loves Raymond - REALLY weird). They were just getting off duty and pulled up next to me for some flirtatious banter (that's a lot like me - minus the tiny skirt, drunken state and cop/celebrity thing). They found my purse at the party (which oddly, was pink and satin - I'm starting to sound like I dress like some sort of prostitute aren't I?...) and brought it to me. At which point, Vince Vaughn got out of his car and I took him home (I am such a slut). The next day, I had to call out of work because my back was killing me (must have been some night). At some point after calling out of work, I went to the liquor store (drinking yet again) and on my way back up to my California apartment, I ran into my boss who said in a tongue in cheek kind of way that he'd be over after work to see how 'my back' was doing (as if there was nothing wrong with me and I stayed home just to apparently get drunk) to which I replied 'My back really is killing me, but you can come over anyway (I have to admit this is a bit like me because I've been known to fight through the pain in the name of a little fun).
That's when I woke up. The funny thing is that I woke up with my back actually really killing me. I woke Wayne up to tell him about my dream and asked him 'what do you think it means'? He sleepily said - 'you don't love me anymore' (apparently being sarcastic) turned over, and went back to sleep.The funniest part about it all is that my husband has become so used to my crazy dreams that he's just no phased anymore.

Comments

Roy said…
Ok, that was wierd. It sounds like you connected a few things from reality and fantasy. Your back hurting was intruding on your dream. I have had that happen a few times. A couple of night ago, my sister was visiting from Missouri for her husbands uncle's funeral. That night I had a dream that I was at my SISTERS funeral! It was strange. I saw her in the casket and was very emotional so I hugged her body and she gave me a hug back! That is when I woke up. Seeing her in a casket was bad enough, but when her dead body hugged me I freaked!!!
Erren said…
That is a crazy (not to mention horrible) dream! Thanks for making me feel some-what normal Roy!
Mindy said…
Great story Er! Vince Vaughn is not a bad thing at all! I once had a dream I was marrying Brad Pitt! I think I have you beat!

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