Bears and Malls and Pools...oh MY!

I have seriously whacked dreams.

I always have.

So much so that they provided GREAT sources of entertainment around the family breakfast table growing up. And I'm not talking your garden variety being naked in front of the classroom or flying or elevators falling with you in it (wait you don't have that one? Okay..just me..moving on)

And the fun didn't stop there folks! I actually have, squirreled in the depths of the unfinished part of the basement, 6 years worth of dream diaries (bound with a soft pewter-silver bookboard and blue cloud pages) that I kept in my college and two years post grad years.

The unfinished part of the basement also houses the flotsam and jetsom of my husband's deceased paternal grandparents, our college years stuff, out of season decorations and the workshop and a wine cellar.

But that's another post, for another time...or rather...a lot of other posts. I sense a blog challenge here.

My poor husband. He is so used to my whacked dreams after 19 years that when I bolt up in the middle of the night and grab a pen and start scribbling...he just pats me on the behind and murmurs..."isss kay babe...issss kay"

And then the next morning, listens to me with a now completely straight face as I spout my recollections of crazed dreams over oatmeal and bagels. He's a keeper.

Anyway, about last night..and my dreams

I was in a pool at some chichi spa/resort and it was beyond opulent. I'm swimming in a ruby and pearl and onyx and amethyst encrusted pool (note to self...my favorite colors)

And then all of the sudden miniaturized paparazzi in little model helicopters are buzzing me in the pool which is indoors in a grotto and I am seriouly PO'd wondering how the little buggers invaded my space and an indoor space to boot and then I grab one of the little helicopters and snap it in half and all of the other "pests" buzz away. I kind of know what to think of that and it's kind of scary.

Then seque to me, exiting pool and being wrapped in a big humonguos warm turkish towel by unseen hands and making my way to my suite where I decide a bit of shopping is in order.

I head to a very toney mall and I'm wandering through the stores and walkways...it's open air and then I kind of get lost and wander down 'the garden path" so to speak and there is a bridge.

And across the bridge on the other side of the lake is a BEAR on an island.

And he catches my scent and looks at me and starts runing from his island towards the bridge.

And I run in the other direction and I'm now in a long twisting corridor with glass walls and every hundred feet or so are glass doors with bolts, that I stop and slam into the lock position as I'm running like a freaking maniac down the corridor.

At the last door...I can see the mall and lots of people and I know if I can just make it to the end I will be safe and at the last door, is my new dog jake who looks at me bewildered as I leap over him , snatch his collar and drag him behind the door with me and slam the door and bolt it behind me.

And when I turn and look, the bear is up on it's hind legs, unlocking the second to last door and

I WAKE UP!!!

NUTS....I try to will myself back to sleep, cause I know what I want to do is charge through the mall to the gun and ammo shop (cause in my dreams I actually consciously think of escape routes) and just drop the beast in its tracks.

But no...it's just me sweating, wide awake, upright in my bed with my husband patting my behind.

Did I mention I dream in color? And that I'm used to this stuff by now?

Really...I'll be okay...I just attribute it to a highly overactive imagination...and too much time surfing Eonline!