Only in Dreams

So You Wanna Be A Rock 'n Roll Star

This dream was a random assortment of things that flowed from one thing to another.  At first, I’m going on a big trip overseas with my family – to Europe I think.  But it is a big ordeal trying to get everyone packed and to the airport on time.  Of course I have way too many bags that I’m trying to cart around.  Then it turns into me having to prepare and pack for a trial that is going to be out of town.  We have to get everything boxed up and shipped out.  I have to dig through all of these boxes that are in a storage room to find what I need, and I am really mad because no one is helping me.  There are people from other groups that are having to do the same thing, but they all have a lot of people helping them.  Then it turns into a concert that we are about to attend.  There is a band playing that in real life I had just heard on VH1 radio, and I realize that my friend from high school’s husband is the lead singer of the band.  This is really weird because he totally had an office job (I don’t know about in real life, but at least in my dream that’s what I thought), and then all of the sudden became a rock star.  Why can’t this be my life??  Instead I’m stuck with all the boxes.

Fast Cars, Boys in Santa Suits, and a Clear Lack of Motivation

I’m at some sort of recruiting party, and I am really wanting to leave.  There is another dinner after this party that I’m also supposed to go to.  I don’t want to go to that either.  So I say my goodbyes and make my way out the door, saying that I’ll see everyone at the next place, even though I know I probably won’t.  And this whole time my dad is urgently calling me because he is really stressed out about us needing to return a movie we’ve rented.  Apparently it is a week late.

 

Then I’m in my car driving away, and this hoard of really mean and angry children come running up to my car and start banging on the hood.  I really don’t like it when people touch my car while I’m driving.  This is a total invasion of personal space to me.  I think you can actually file a tort claim against people for assault or battery even if they are touching your car and not you.  I vaguely recall learning something like that during the first year of law school.  Anyways, I quickly throw the car into reverse, but end up going way too fast.  I can’t really control the car very well and am about to run into a building.  I often have dreams where I’m driving but go out of control.  I think it’s because I’m a bad driver in real life.  These dreams can be pretty scary and make me feel a lot of anxiety.  I usually end up waking myself up and feel very relieved that I haven’t actually crashed my car into other cars, poles, houses, etc.

 

The next dream I have is one that occurs after my alarm has gone off and I’m supposed to have gotten up already.  I also have these type of dreams a lot because I often sleep for an hour or more after the alarm.  Basically I’m sleeping through what is supposed to be my workout time.  In this dream, all of the sudden a bunch of guys are scaling my house and are up to the window of my bedroom on the third floor.  And they are wearing these odd Santa suits.  Then all of the sudden my blinds are opened, and they can see that I’m in my bed.  They start knocking and yelling at me, so then I finally get up.  I walk downstairs to a house that is mine in my dream, but is nothing like my real house.  Then I find that my secretary and one of her friends live downstairs, but I never knew that.  There are also all these people all over the downstairs and in the backyard.  I have no idea what they are doing there.  But I am most amazed by the huge backyard I never realized I had.  I am just thinking why have I never let my dog play in this big yard?  Then I finally get up, in real life, after my hour of snoozing.