Only in Dreams

You Can't Go Home Again

I'm in high school again, and so is my sister (even though in real life we were not in high school at the same time).  I'm wearing really short shorts, and just when it's time to go I realize that I really need to shave, but we don't have time.  In real life we lived right down the street from my high school, but in the dream we live somewhere else, so I am really excited that we actually have a drive and can listed to a few songs on the way.  My dad is driving my sister and me to school, and we decide to stop off at our old house.  We go in, and while it looks like someone else lives there, we don't think they're there, so we go into my old room and then I decide I need to look for a razor so I can shave.  We don't find one, and then we realize that the new owner is there, and he is not happy about us being there.  We look in the garage and he has what appears to be a really fancy compact car, but it is actually just a really fancy golf cart.  My dad says we have to leave, but me and my sister both really think we need to shave before going to school.  My dad ends up telling my sister we can skip school that day.  Being the goody-two shoes that I am, I can't believe he would say we can just skip school for the whole day, and as a compromise we decide that we'll just skip first period so we can shave but not miss the rest of the day.

 

As a side note, there was a teacher at my high school who was a short shorts nazi - she would stand in the hall just waiting to catch someone in violation of the dress code.  I've never been a big fan of someone telling me what I can and can't wear, so I would just try to avoid that teacher's hallway.  Perhaps this dream sums me up in a nutshell - not one to skip school (at least not the whole day without a good reason), but I ain’t gonna follow your stupid dress code.  

Umm, Why Do I Keep Dreaming About My Nails?? Vanity? Scandal?!

Within a span of a few days, I had several dreams about my fingernails.  Weird huh? In the first one, I was at some sort of a hearing that was supposedly in federal court in Galveston, but the courtroom looked like an old run down classroom with a bunch of card tables (who knows, maybe this is what it looks like after Hurricane Ike and the Judge Kent scandals – and I’ve never actually been there in real life).  For some reason there are all these people from my high school at the hearing.  At one point, I look down and notice that my nails, which in the dream I had just had French manicured, were all broken and the white tip part was chipped.  In real life I had just gotten my nails done, but painted with one of my favorite warm red colors “20 Candles On My Cake” (I wish!!).  I usually get a more neutral color because I hate it when the color chips, and you can’t tell as much with something neutral.  Whenver I do get a color I am always paranoid about it chipping right away.

 

In the next dream I’m at some sort of party that my friend hosted.  I decide to be helpful and wash the dishes, but half way through I realize that I have totally chipped my nails (this time painted the red color), and then I am very angry that washing the dishes has caused this to happen.

 

I don’t think I’ve ever dreamed so prevalently about my nails, so I decided to consult dream dictionaries.  These are usually not entirely helpful because the words they include are not always sufficient to describe my dreams, but they can be interesting.  So here’s what a variety of dream dictionaries had to say about dreams involving fingernails:

 

To dream that you broke a fingernail suggests that you are trying to avoid some situation or get out of a responsibility.  Or, the dream may reflect your self image – you are overly concerned with how others perceive you.

 

To dream of polishing your nails is a warning against impulsive behavior that could lead to a scandal.

 

Dreaming of well-kept fingernails symbolizes your intelligence and ability to learn, and denotes that you are well cultured and have a high literary mind.

 

Well, I really don't care all that much about what other people think of me (or how they think my nails look), and I hope there aren't any scandals brewing on my horizon.  And I generally am pretty good about accepting responsibility.  I just like for my nails to lok nce, is that too much too ask?  So maybe according to my dreams I'm striving for intelligence, culture, and a "high literary mind," but I guess I'm just not there.  Oh well, I'll just get my nails done again and maybe I'll be one step closer.

School Daze

This past week I’ve had several vignettes in dreams involving being back in school in one way or another.  In the first one, I’m with my sister in some sort of field on a college campus.  There are these crab-like insects that keep attacking us.  They attach themselves to our arms, and as soon as we pull one of them off, another one jumps up to attack.  Then I notice as my sister is pulling one off of her arm that it is leaving a syringe stuck in her arm.  Weird.  And gross!

 

In another dream segment the same night, I’m in my sixth grade classroom – well, it doesn’t look exactly like it really looked, but in the dream I’m basically back in elementary school, and we’re all throwing our books all over the room and running around acting crazy.  Sadly, this is something we often did in junior high right before the teacher started the class.  Very mature, I know, but we were only in junior high after all.  But in the dream, while we have been sixth graders running around, we suddenly turn into ourselves now, and there are students that actually are in sixth grade at this time.  That’s about all I remember about this one.

A few nights later I dream that I’m in high school, and I have totally zoned out on the beginning of a new semester.  I don’t have any books, and I don’t even know what classes I’m taking or what my schedule is.  Then I’m walking around an empty hallway with one of my sister’s friends.  The principal or a teacher stops us, and my sister’s friend is getting in trouble for something, but we don’t really know what she was doing wrong.  She just keeps laughing and laughing, and each time the principal keeps writing her up and she is getting in more trouble.  Then I start laughing a lot too, and think that I’m probably also about to be in trouble for whatever it is.  But then that’s all I remember.