funk in deep freeze

The Dream Vortex!

13 Mar 2009 2 Comments

by meganfinley in dreams, happy spurts

So, my cousin informed me that the room in which I’m sleeping, is called “the Vortex.” She calls it that because it’s the spot where people always have psychic dreams. That explains the whole Ratchops dream that I had the other night. And a few other crazy dreams I’ve had. But, of course, like most dreams, they fade away upon waking. But one of last night’s dreams I can’t get out my head no matter how hard I try…

The first dream I had was fine, I quite liked it actually. It was about my dad and a pet bird of his. It was super cute, a little greenish-yellowish bird. But as far as I knew my dad never had a bird, never even expressed interest in birds at all in general.

The second dream was more like a nightmare. I was horribly drunk and flirting heavily with COLDPLAY band members. I don’t even LIKE Coldplay! Infact, I hate Coldplay! Why was I doing that!? At least the dream band members weren’t the actual members of Coldplay, they were younger and cuter. I don’t know if I could’ve lived with myself in the morning. Anyway, it was horrible, I felt guilty upon waking and immediatly confessed my dream sins to my husband upon waking. He laughed at me. Jerk.

So after dinner tonight my cousin fessed up about “the Vortex” and so I decided to ask my dad if he had a pet bird. He thought for a moment and then said no. And then a few seconds later said, “well, my mom had a parakeet when I was growing up, but not me.” “So there was a bird in your life?” I asked. “Yeah, I guess.” Boom! There it was! And parakeets are often little and greenish-yellow! The Vortex was right!

Happy spurt.