April 30, 2008
My husband never remembers his dreams (lucky) but I always do. We often laugh at how mundane and stupid my dreams are. For example, last night: The husband and I visited some sort of aquarium museum. In the gift shop, I picked out a quartz that was carved into a turtle and bought it. Afterwards, I realized it was $11, and I panicked. I didn't think it was worth $11, but I was too embarrassed to immediately ask for a refund. And then my husband comes around the corner and sarcastically says, "You could always buy one of these," referring to a little statuette of a mother holding an infant.
Seriously, these are my dreams. Of all the things I could be doing -- flying, commanding a space ship, winning the lottery of free yarn -- I dream about buyer's remorse. And about how mad we are that we don't have a baby yet.
Apparently I'm just as parsimonious and cynical in my dreams as I am in real life.
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I just had to look up the word parsimonious...
Posted by: CaliValleyGirl at April 30, 2008 05:02 AM (irIko)
Heh, it's one of those words that stuck with me from high school vocab lessons. Maybe because I knew it'd be useful in describing myself someday...
Posted by: Sarah at April 30, 2008 05:11 AM (TWet1)
I have stupid dreams too. I had one the other night that I got into a tearful, screaming fight with my husband because he wanted to watch a particular movie on TV and I didn't want to because the lead actress scares me. I thought he was being mean because he KNOWS she scares me. I woke up shaking my head and wondering why I didn't just go do something else...
Posted by: Ann M. at April 30, 2008 06:18 AM (HFUBt)
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