I just woke up from a nap. Nothing special so far. I’m sure a lot of people wake up from naps every day. When I nap, I seem to get a lot more dreams than when I sleep. I don’t know why, but I’m just going to list some words that could be associated with the answer: zen, cosmic rays, drugs, sun, phone, microwaves, the government, chemtrails, processed food, Jesus, mind control and the conservatives.
Today, there were many dreams. My dreams aren’t too weird. I know some people who get seriously fucked up ones. It’s a good thing if that’s you because you can just start a blog and the content will create itself every time you sleep. I’m not that lucky. Except for today. Today, I had a fucked up dream.
First, some background: If you haven’t been here long, I am an 18-year-old male student studying Engineering in Scotland. I also hate rain and I pride myself with an overly developed “laziness cortex”.
Now. In this dream, I was a fully grown female working in a nursery in Manhattan. This nursery was full of kids who only had mothers and the mothers were very busy. Because, as it turns out, everyone on Manhattan is very busy.
The mothers were so busy that sometimes they would forget to pick the kids up, or they would just leave them at my nursery for weeks at a time. I didn’t really deal directly with the kids. I had people who did that for me. I just administrated how the nursery worked and drank shit coffee. Basically, I was a big fish.
Anyway as the dream went on, I was in a weekly parents meeting. We had these every Wednesday. They were there for us all to discuss how each child is doing and how the nursery is going. We had shit coffee and cheap biscuits. I was very nervous over that specific meeting because I had an idea to present.
I wanted to improve the kid’s relationships with their mothers by letting the mothers play with their kids on Wednesdays instead of drinking the shit coffee with me. It sounds like a good idea right. Well, the mothers hated it! They told me that they had no time for that, while they clearly had enough time to drink the coffee! They then started to rant and call me sexist etc. (at this point in the dream I was a male again). I remember just sitting there, thinking about the dry biscuits and how much of a bitch each of these busy mothers was.
And that’s pretty much all I remember… Don’t know what to make of it… When I woke up, I had to check my sex just to make sure… I’ve never changed sex in a dream before (or in real life).
The only conclusion I can draw from that is that women are busy in Manhattan.
“Mahattan” Flickr photo by eosmaia https://flickr.com/photos/eosmaiajohanna/13897266957 shared under a Creative Commons (BY) license
“Standard meeting biscuits plus standard shit coffee” Flickr photo by noii’s https://flickr.com/photos/noii/4525060509 shared under a Creative Commons (BY-SA) license