craaazzyyy dreeeaammmsss

by Ellen in


And we just lay awake in lust and rust in the rain
And pore over everything we say we trust
It happened again, I listened in thru hallways and thin doors
Where the rivers unwind and the rust and the rain endure
(the rust and the rain endure. I'm sure.)
I am insofar to know the measure of love ain't lost
Love will never ever be
Insofar to know the measure of love isn't lost
Love will never ever be
I'm insofar to know the measure of love isn't lost
Love will never be lost on me
Oh, not tonight, love will never be
Lost on me.


I have to write it down or I'll forget it.


I had two silly dreams last night, both are pretty short, I think.


So I dreamed that I was getting married. I was really tall and thin and had this dress on that was a really thin satin and was very flowy and pretty. It looked like this one from J Crew:
I dreamed that I was getting married to my church friend Drew Smith, who has a wife and 2.5 children. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and had a moustache. I was really really excited to be getting married, because I really loved Drew and we were going to be very happy together (I mean, we teach Sunday school together and that's really fun, but I'm not sure about marriage). So my dad was about to walk me down the aisle, and all of a sudden it was my friend Alex Hoelscher (AHoel), wearing a BLUE Hawaiian shirt, and smiling really big. He and I ran down the aisle together, and I was a little frustrated that I couldn't see the person I was marrying because lots of people were standing in front of him. Then AHoel stopped running, and left me there by myself, and there was my dad, standing in the middle of the aisle. Apparently AHoel was supposed to only walk me so far, then Dad would take over. As soon as I started walking with my dad, I saw the groom, and it was no longer Drew Smith, but an ex-boyfriend (awesome). I remember thinking about how beautiful he looked, and he even cried a little, which I thought was really nice. As soon as I got to the front of the church, I realized with terror that I didn't have a photographer. I didn't say anything, because I didn't want to ruin this lovely moment, but I was freaking out on the inside that I had no one to capture this day for me (one of my biggest fears). I had thought of everything else, except the most important detail (besides the marriage part, obvi). The end.




Then I dreamed that my friend Jeremy's parents-in-law had asked me to housesit for them. They live in Southern California in Laguna Nigel. (In real life, I haven't seen Jeremy in like 2 years, and have only met his in-laws once: at his wedding in Newport Beach). They have lots of money, because Jeremy's father-in-law was a pitcher for the Houston Astros for a really long time and is BFF with Nolan Ryan. So I was housesitting at this AWESOME house, and it kept raining. It was really dark inside the whole house, but I needed to take a shower. Then Martha was there, and she took a shower before me, and then she disappeared. So as I was about to take a shower, everyone came home, and asked if I wanted to go to lunch with them. I told them I would, and got in my car to follow them. I didn't have any pants on, but I had them with me. So we went to this restaurant, and I was just holding my pants over the front of my legs. In my dream, Jeremy and his wife Kimmy had like 6 kids (they only have one girl in real life), and I kept saying over and over again how BIG the oldest one was getting. Jeremy kept agreeing with me, and asked if I wanted to go outside. I said, "sure, if you don't mind me putting on my pants once we get out there." I remember thinking that it didn't matter if Jeremy saw me without my pants because we knew each other so well. I shimmied into my pants, got back into my car, and left without everyone. I drove back to the house, and it had turned into this building where art and furniture was being auctioned off, almost like an estate sale. There was this girl there that kept competing with my prices. I know that at one point we broke into song and slid across the marble floors.