Last night, I had one of the strangest dreams that I have ever had. I am going to share it : ) . (You’re all ecstatic, I know). Here goes:
There I was, sitting in a meeting of our school’s middle school boy’s soccer team. I had water bottle full of my favorite Kool-Aid, and I was chilling in the corner while my dad (the coach) was talking to the boys about something soccer-ish. Near the end of their little meeting, my mother rushed through the door, muttered something about staying hydrated, and poured all of my Kool-Aid into my brother’s water bottle. I was enraged. Nobody messes with my Kool-Aid. I tried to reason with her so that I could at least keep half of my glorious beverage, but she wouldn’t budge. I stormed out of the locker room, and walked straight out into a giant shopping mall. (Which leads me to the next bizarre part)
I sped straight on through that mall and decided to walk home. (Am I crazy?) I walked until I got to the houses close to the Cartersville airport. In one of those front yards, a crazy man in an oversized red t-shirt was staring off into space. I walked by,and gave a cheerful “hello.” He walked up to me and started carrying on some nonsense conversation. He followed me a little ways down the road before turning around without warning.
I kept walking, and I ran across a mangy mutt. I felt so bad for him, that I let him follow me. He was actually cute…in an extremely awkward way. As this mutt and I walked along, I spotted a little girl sitting in the woods. She was so upset, and I veered from my course to console her. When I asked her what was wrong, she told me that she simply wanted to dye Easter eggs. I figured that was a feasible task, and we could do it. So, I pulled some hard-boiled eggs, dye, and water out of NOWHERE, and we dyed eggs.
After dying eggs, I continued on my LONG journey home. When I finally got to my neighborhood, I found that there was some sort of riot going on. I quickly walked toward my house with the mutt. The house looked nothing like mine, but it didn’t seem to phase me in the dream. I took the dog inside, and called my parents to tell them about the new addition to the family. They were excited. Then, I attempted to lock the front door so that the rioters in my driveway could not get into my house. But, the door wouldn’t lock. I tried again and again, and just couldn’t get it to work. So, I decided to dye the remainder of the Easter eggs with my new mutt friend.
We got all of the dye ready, but we could only make brown dye. It was so sad. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a silhouette standing in the doorway. It was that little girl again, and she had found me, and wanted to help me dye the rest of my eggs. I told her that we could only make brown ones, and she left. Soon after that, my parents came home, and all of the rioters were gone. they were not all too happy about the nasty mutt sitting in the living room, but we kept him anyway.
THE END
(You are heroic if you read that entire post)
Now for the interpretation (I don’t believe in this stuff, but it’s a good laugh):
afflicted individuals: expect an unpleasant surprise
sweet, syrupy drink: predicted passionate love affair (haha…only with my husband, thank you)
orange (kool-aid): an expected change in a situation will be delayed
eggs: signify domestic contentment and abundance
friendly dog: signifies pleasure and happy times with friends
breaking a lock: you will soon overcome the obstacles that face you
