LXXVIII: Dreams and Foot-Mattresses

This morning I woke up and actually remembered my dream. And to still remember components of it now is saying something, since I usually forget everything once the grogginess lifts.

I was at some house in the country and walked down a path with a few friends (yes, this is pretty vague, but that's how my stories usually are). We encountered a pond and somehow crossed it, then I sat down at a dinner table inside the house. Across from me at first was a girl from my high school who I haven't seen or spoken to in years, along with her boyfriend (this was strange to me when I woke up because I don't ever think about them and it requires effort for me to remember who her boyfriend is). The interesting part was that suddenly, Craigy was sitting across from me and we were having a conversation with another couple. Then he brings out two thick silver rings that are shaped to attach to one another side by side, so that when I slipped it onto my left index finger the attached ring was protruding in front of it. He talks about our plans for the week in relation to his work schedule, and how tomorrow we'll be really busy because we'll be building our house. And when he says that I am a bit taken aback since in dreams and reality, I never think about weddings or houses that newlyweds build or move into together.

And I look to my right and there are eight different mugs lined up next to each other. WTML?!

So that was the dream, definitely not my brain's best work but I'll accept it. It makes me sound creepy, as if I'm one of those stalker-fans (or tweens) who actually wants to get married to their celeb crush. Sure, it'd be cool to meet him, but I don't fantasize about him. If you don't count this incident that is. Or last night's dream.

It would be so interesting to be able to remember every dream. My friend Oli can and she has had a few eerily prophetic dreams before. If I was like her, I would write all my dreams down and try to interpret them.

Anyway, I'm happy to announce the purchase of a pair of lime-green slippers (pictured left) at Costco today. They have memory foam so it feels like I'm walking on clouds or that my feet each have their own personal mattresses. I had to dig through all the boxes of slippers to find a sole pair of mediums (for me) and a pair of smalls for my mom (among three) among a sea of larges.

Yes, I am often the one you find almost totally reorganizing a display just so I can find the right size/item. This is normally done with books (I am anal about having my books in perfect condition, so much so that once in elementary school I fell while carrying my Chinese storybook, scraped my knee, and just said "My book!"). I'm thankful I'm not the only one since RaeRae shares this obsession with me!

Why eight mugs?!