Dodgy Dream
I had an odd dream last night and I can’t stop thinking about it. I have always been interested in the meaning of dreams, but this one has imprisoned my natural ability to dismiss the random thoughts in my head.
In my dream, I was with a group of people, both men and women, in a parking garage. We all had met there, in separate vehicles and we were going to turn ourselves in to the police. I don’t know what crime we committed, but there were only two people I distinctly remember being in the group. The first was my cousin Miguel Gonzales (who I grew up with and he has always been my partner in crime, so to speak) and the second was a friend and DJ I worked with in the past, Dave Decibel (when we worked together, we did work across the street from the jail and we did have to park in a parking garage). I haven’t seen either of these men in months, but guess if I were going to go to jail these were the people my unconscious mind thought were the obvious choices to accompany me. Sorry guys.
This is one of the things I found on-line about jail dreams:
“Your dream may have associated jail with dodgy people. Do you fear someone who is dodgy looking? Are you trying to avoid someone who is untrustworthy and you suspect of crime? If so then your dream depicts this dislike of dodgy looking people and your continuing wish to keep clear of them. Alternatively you may fear you are becoming dodgy yourself and that others do not fully trust you.” http://www.dreamsymbolism.info/dreamdictionary/jail-dreams.php
Now, I don’t think either of the aforementioned companions are “dodgy” or dodgy looking, and I don’t think I am becoming dodgy either, but who knows. The other weird thing is, we never went to jail. Instead we all decided not to turn ourselves in and just hung out there. We were a big group of fugitives, running from the law, in and around a big dark parking garage. Huh?!?
Is there anyone who can help me? I am feeling overly constrained by this.
Ain’t That A Kick!?!
Conversations at our house recently have become pretty racy and finally it’s not because of me! It may be because my son Azul is now six and understanding more or because he is in Kindergarten now and picking up things said at school or because he is my little clone and talking more and more like me every day. Oh, I guess it could still be because of me.
Well, whatever it is, it’s funny!
Last night, we were going through Azul’s standard bed time routine, getting PJs on, brushing teeth and washing his face. Unfortunately, it’s never as smooth as just getting those things done, there is always an addition of talking or playing or wrestling, and sometimes all three. This night was a combo of playing and wrestling. After the last of the toothpaste was spat out of his mouth he assumed an offensive stance and then attacked. With a jump and a foot in the air, he yelled, “I’m going to kick you in the penis!”
I was a little taken back by that, physically and mentally, but trying to stand my ground I looked right at him and replied, “I don’t have a penis.” With my eyebrows raised, I waited for his response. Don’t underestimate your Mommy, I’m ready for you.
“Then, I’ll kick you in the vagina!” Now my eyes were wide open, I wasn’t ready for that.
His expression changed from aggressiveness to concern and he asked, “Do you have a vagina?”
I cracked up laughing and answered the questioned posed with a simple, “yes.”
Then shrugging his shoulders, he looked right at me and said, “I wasn’t sure.”
Then we both cracked up. Oh, my little clone, it is because of me!
And The Award Goes To
Tonight’s plan is to watch The Oscars. Azul, my six year-old loves award shows, so we watch most of them together. Thinking about this reminded me of when this happened…
From February 24, 2013
We were watching The Academy Awards tonight and my four year-old was loving it! He was jumping around, laughing at the jokes and mocking the winners, but eventually, like all good things, it had to come to an end. Although the awards were still being handed out, it was eight-zero-zero and time for Azul to go to bed. With his PJs on, teeth brushed, face cleaned, tucked in bed and a kiss good night, in an Oscar winning tone, the last thing he said to me was, “Please tell me who the Academy Award goes to.”
Carmelina Hart 