But What Does It All Mean?

Night before last, Caedmon was up eight times (No, you didn’t mis-read that. Eight. Times.) in the span of five hours. That meant that I had approximately an hour and a half of actual sleep Saturday night. But that’s not what I’m talking about today.

How I had time to dream, I don’t really know. But dream I did. And maybe it was because it was squnched into the entire hour and a half of sleep I had, but it was bizarre. Bizarre enough that I spent half the day yesterday trying to analyze it. Not that analyzing a dream like that does any good, but it sure does make for great blogging material. Hopefully.

So, of course, as dreams go, I can’t remember all the details. But I remember enough. I’ll recount the dream, the list the items I spent yesterday obsessing over.

I was getting dressed to go somewhere. There were other people at my house, but I don’t remember who. I was all ready except for my shoes. I went to get my shoes, and pulled them out of the box. (Yes, I keep most of my shoes in boxes.) I pulled out what I thought was the black pair of shoes I was looking for. Except it wasn’t. It was two black shoes, but it was the left shoe of two different pair. I looked for the mate to either of the black shoes, but wasn’t able to locate them. And since we had to leave (I have no idea where we were going), I had to find some other shoes to wear. I decided my white shoes would do fine, and pulled out a pair of white patent leather pumps, put them on, and then…I was awakened again.

1. Who was messing with my shoes? There’s no way I would’ve put two left shoes in a box together. And the complete lack of right shoes means someone was just being mean. The best/worst way to mess with a Type-A person is to mismatch their stuff and misplace it. Not cool.

2. What was I wearing that would look as good with white shoes as it would with black shoes? And who was I with that would let me leave the house in an outfit like that?

3. Probably the most concerning thing of the three, why did I even own white patent leather pumps? I haven’t owned white dress shoes since I was probably 10. There’s a reason for that. Seriously, does anyone even make white patent leather pumps? I’m sure they do. I started to do an Internet search for some similar to what I dreamed about, but I was afraid of what I’d find. I can’t even look.

So there you go. Analyze away. Clearly it’s not good when my dreaming is confined to an hour and a half of sleep in one night. Let’s hope that doesn’t happen again any time soon.