Monday, May 12, 2008

Where else would you find running, beehives and syringes in one place?

Inquiring minds want to know right? Let me tell you, since not being able to sleep right for about 3 weeks, I have had the most vivid, crazed dreams ever in my life. More than when I was pregnant with JC.

On Saturday night with my heart pounding, I woke up frightened, dripping with sweat, punching air and kicking my sheets. It's a total surprise how Mr. Crooked Eyebrow did not wake up all "woman, what in the hell are you doing?" I laid there reviewing and replaying in my sleep deprived head what had just happened in my dream. It wasn't pretty, quite disturbing actually…

Night fall was approaching and I remember walking out of my garage, looking down at my crocs, thinking there really wasn't a need to change shoes. After all I was only going to be walking to blow off steam. Patting down my pockets, checking for keys, money and my i pod as I always do, my walk began.

My mood was filled with anger and I was clearly upset about something. Looking at my hands, my knuckles were white as they clenched a tissue stained full of mascara. With the quick and rapid breaths I was taking, the blaring music in my headphones, my steps soon turned into a cadence like march. Before I knew it I was running *Insert Forrest Gump clip~ and everywhere I went after that I was RUN-ING, because I love me some Forrest Gump*

Running, me? Could this be true? I was running in my dream and nobody was chasing me? This just goes to show it was a dream, Crooked Eyebrow doesn't run.

Anyways, back to the dream…

Running for hours, I soon stopped , for once in my life I ran and it felt good. Forty miles away from my home, I was in Chicago, staring at the lake and glaring up at the buildings. Leaning over, dripping with sweat I looked down and thought, "damn crocs". Just then it started to rain. The cool misty rain quickly turned into sharp, skin piercing rain drops and I began to search for cover. Alone in Chicago, without a phone I ducked into the first open store I found.

Walking into the humid room full of jewelry cases, the faceless woman handed me paper towels, offered me water and showed me a seat. Exchanging words, laughs and odd silence while we both glared out the window the room started to cool. With the wind howling, the fluorescent lights began to flicker and we quickly closed the blinds, retreating into the employee break room. I feel nervous, my muscles cramp and I collapse on the couch. Lights go off. Darkness. Full of worries, I can feel myself sitting there trembling. My heart thumping, with only the glow of my ipod showing me the room and I now know I shouldn’t have gone running, at least that far from home.

Lights flicker on and I see another woman. She looks familiar. The hair, the skeleton stature, the smell of cigarettes, I was sitting next to Amy Winehouse. Yes, the "should be in rehab, but I said no-no-no" Amy Winehouse.

I sit and I talk to the singer. She offers me a smoke and I decline. We walk around the jewelry store and she hops onto one of the cases and crosses her legs. Her deep, soulful voice belts out"chain of fools" and the three of us start singing, shuffling back and forth, having a great time. For this is one of my favorite songs of all time, added bonus, Amy Winehouse was singing!

The stress begins to dissipate and my sleeping body feels relaxed, the dream continues…

As clear as day, I can feel our laughterand jokes as we roam around the store trying on jewelry. Looking to the door, I can see under the streetlight the rain was easing up. It appears my time was up and my journey back home wsa to begin. I walked towards the door. While hugging Amy Winehouse, I thanked her for a great time and began to part ways.

While turning around she reached into her beehive and pulled out a syringe. She looked at me with her eyes glazed over and told me to stay. Shaking my head I politely declined and opened the door. The next thing I realized she was throwing and pulling out syringes from her black tresses at me urging me to stay.


Waving my arms, swatting the needles away, I began to run. Running with all of my might I kept looking behind me. My crocs were breaking apart, my feet hurt, I could feel the burn. Every corner I passed, she was there. In all her cracked out –ninja glory she was there sneaking past me, throwing darted syringes and singing "what kind of f*ckery is this…" I collapsed.

On the ground, kicking and screaming barefoot I was fighting off the beehive from hell. Amy wouldn't stop. She kept taunting me with lyrics and syringes.

Whether it was my feet getting caught up in the sheets or not having enough imagination left to dream, I awoke. Freaked out and feeling the need to delete Amy Winehouse out of my itunes forever.


That folks is where you can find running, beehives and syringes in one common place, my dream. A crooked dream for sure.

7 comments:

Mel said...

Uh I still don't see what they have in common...weirdness! I wonder what a dream book would have ot say about that dream?!

JaniceNW said...

That's a nightmare not a dream. I had a dream about a month ago where Hugh Laurie and I had sex~now that was a DREAM!

Mimi's Toes said...

What in the world did you eat before bedtime? Girl, that was a mini-series.....

mamasnest said...

ha! I second the nightmare... oddly enough i was looking at pic's of Wino while I read this (don't ask) Sweeeet dreams! ;)

addhumorandfaith said...

YOU should have been taking this fiction writing class with me! You have a great imagination going for you, girl!

Get some sleep, and think about fluffy little baby rabbits as you doze off -- maybe they'll fight off Amy!

Shelli said...

That song repeats a lot, that's probably why it stuck in your mind. It even could be you feel sorry for her, she's had a rough go lately. Since you're a nurse you probably even want to help people when you're asleep.

SJ said...

Wow, what a dream! Have you looked this up in a dream book? It could tell you a lot about what's going on in your life!