Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Go To Town, Freudians!
Have you ever woken up a little sad because you realized that your awesome dream was just a dream? Have you then tried really hard to fall back asleep while trying to stay in "dream mode," in a desperate attempt to keep the dream going?
Well, I woke up this morning a little depressed for two reasons: (1) I remembered that the Sox lost the game I was watching in the middle of the night and (2) I realized that I have never in fact been drinking cocktails with Jason Varitek at a bar...
But it was a super dream. There I was drinking some pale orange drink out of a margarita glass, just shooting the breeze with Tek. He was very flirty with me, and somehow I wasn't acting like a complete spaz. Also, for the record, in my dream neither one of us was married, so there was no conflict-of-interest or dream infidelity going on. Also present at the bar: a young guy who is a DJ and reports news for my husband's employer (I admit I am a little obsessed with him because he looks like he is twelve and reminds me of my brothers), my husband's boss's wife (at one point in the dream she ordered a cottage cheese cocktail--which was apparently delicious), and my husband's co-worker's wife who was the bartender and knew how to make every drink, including the cottage cheese cocktail, without consulting a manual. (For those who are in the know about such things, the co-worker is the one who took over the area my husband used to be in charge of. His wife is known for really having her sh!t together.)
If anyone would care to interpret this dream for me, feel free. In the meantime, Jason, I will see you and the boys later today, or perhaps early tomorrow morning, and with any luck, in my dreams.