dreams

Do you ever wake up and have to convince yourself that this is reality? The dream from whence you came is not your life. And it may not be that your dream life is better. In fact, fear and stress often fill my dreams. Yet, for hours after waking, the dream world persists.

This is such a morning.

“You see things; and you say, 'Why?' But I dream things that never were; and I say, 'Why not?'”
- George Bernard Shaw

I dreamed the other night I was training to be a couscous caller.

For those of you who don't know, in fine wine bars/restaurants, a couscous caller calls, "Couscous!" to the kitchen staff when someone orders a bottle of wine. This alerts the staff to bring out the bottle of wine. (I never figured out how they knew which bottle to bring or what the mediterranean dish had anything to with wine calling, but it did.)

They come every so often.

These dreams to haunt me.

Which is funny because I haven't worked there for two and a half years--longer than my span there. But something in my subconscious won't let it go. They say dreams are your attempt to work through issues. I guess I still have issues.

It always starts the same way. They ask me to sub for a day in my old position as a medical receptionist. For some reason, though I hated the job, I always say yes. And every time, the same thing happens.

"My wife's creative," my husband . Only he said "creative" more like he does when he says "crazy."
I had just told him and a few others about my dream the night before.
You see, in my dream, President Bush had stopped all production of food and other such things in order to fund a new upcoming war. The government kept this new war hush-hush. The people that foretold about it turned into parrots. Well, their heads turned into parrots. Their bodies remained human.
The war was against the pirates.