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funny dream
Jun. 14th, 2024 03:58 pmyesterday night was movies in the park at our local park, I had sorta been looking forward to it (I have no life anymore) but after we got done with supper and walking the dogs, Thax had no more energy and neither did I, really.I think he was wanting me to nag/force/drag him to the park anyhow but I really don't want to have that kind of relationship. I could have gone by myself, i suppose, or taken Boba (he would have liked being in the park with kiddos loving on him) but instead I decided to just let myself be exhausted and go to bed early. Slept for maybe 9 and a half hours. My dreams during work training have been really tedious things, more exhausting than not .... talking to myself about training materials and minutiae of the job, just basically almost replaying my day's training and work. Not restful.
But last night, probably because I got enough rest and my brain got things squared away so it went into playtime mode, I had a dream about a silly person of my acquaintance who, in my dream, was name dropping and acting high and mighty about these important people and this important event and these important and well known names within that hoity toity exclusive community....but the person was mispronouncing everything and it was pretty obvious that they didn't know what the hell they were talking about, and then the dream skipped to me somehow attending the event, watching all these rich people in these ridiculous get-ups and crazy hats and dresses and jewelry all going in to this event. It was segregated by gender with the ladies voting or contributing in some way to the female Big Name Winner and the men doing the same for the male Big Name Winner....we went inside, into the event space/ballroom/thing, and there was a table full of cluttered jumbles of stuff and silent auction forms that had already been started with dummy names and bid amounts to try and gin up the big numbers, and the ladies were all mingling around, and the silly person of my acquaintance went over to the princess/person in charge and did this Texas Debutante Bow on the floor in front of the Princess, and when the princess finally deigned to notice them, the silly person went into their big spiel about how they had this [mispronounced name] and that [mispronounced event] and this other [mispronounced major award] in common and the princess smiled brightly at Silly Person and stood up and announced to the room, "I'd like to introduce everyone to my cousin Beulah," Silly person stood slightly behind Princess and looked somewhat hurt and annoyed because their name is NOT Beulah. But couldn't really say or do anything about being called the wrong name without embarassing themselves so they just had to stand there. In my dream, I kind of chuckled/snorted to myself from my corner of the room
Waking up I realized my brain had chosen one of Silly Person's alter ego names to mispronounce and that made me laugh in RL. Bella/ Beulah.
add to that, my paternal grandmother's name was Beulah. another silly little self involved self important person with a lot of silly names and titles in their silly groups . LOL my dreaming brain finds such funny ties between different things that I'd never tied together in waking life.
and of course there's some part of me that sympatizes/empathizes with a need to belong and be part of some important group or super secret fraternal org or whatever with rituals and costumes and secret passwords and fancy titles and 'degrees'....and part of me thinks all of that is really pointless and ridiculous and meaningless.
But last night, probably because I got enough rest and my brain got things squared away so it went into playtime mode, I had a dream about a silly person of my acquaintance who, in my dream, was name dropping and acting high and mighty about these important people and this important event and these important and well known names within that hoity toity exclusive community....but the person was mispronouncing everything and it was pretty obvious that they didn't know what the hell they were talking about, and then the dream skipped to me somehow attending the event, watching all these rich people in these ridiculous get-ups and crazy hats and dresses and jewelry all going in to this event. It was segregated by gender with the ladies voting or contributing in some way to the female Big Name Winner and the men doing the same for the male Big Name Winner....we went inside, into the event space/ballroom/thing, and there was a table full of cluttered jumbles of stuff and silent auction forms that had already been started with dummy names and bid amounts to try and gin up the big numbers, and the ladies were all mingling around, and the silly person of my acquaintance went over to the princess/person in charge and did this Texas Debutante Bow on the floor in front of the Princess, and when the princess finally deigned to notice them, the silly person went into their big spiel about how they had this [mispronounced name] and that [mispronounced event] and this other [mispronounced major award] in common and the princess smiled brightly at Silly Person and stood up and announced to the room, "I'd like to introduce everyone to my cousin Beulah," Silly person stood slightly behind Princess and looked somewhat hurt and annoyed because their name is NOT Beulah. But couldn't really say or do anything about being called the wrong name without embarassing themselves so they just had to stand there. In my dream, I kind of chuckled/snorted to myself from my corner of the room
Waking up I realized my brain had chosen one of Silly Person's alter ego names to mispronounce and that made me laugh in RL. Bella/ Beulah.
add to that, my paternal grandmother's name was Beulah. another silly little self involved self important person with a lot of silly names and titles in their silly groups . LOL my dreaming brain finds such funny ties between different things that I'd never tied together in waking life.
and of course there's some part of me that sympatizes/empathizes with a need to belong and be part of some important group or super secret fraternal org or whatever with rituals and costumes and secret passwords and fancy titles and 'degrees'....and part of me thinks all of that is really pointless and ridiculous and meaningless.
