Pigs in Space

In this dream, I was a young male astronaut, up in space on a mission I didn't think I'd be called upon to fulfill, doing an EVA in my spacesuit but untethered to the spaceship. I was fetching the young astronaut chick I had the hots for, who had either run out of air or something, but for some reason I had to remove her from her spacesuit, hold on to her by the orange belt of the white dress she was wearing (with dark grey tights), since her hat fell off in the vacuum (of course). I had to set some beacon from her suit, so I had to 'swim' over to it, push some buttons three times in succession, then valiantly save her body while I got back into the ship. I got her AND her discarded suit AND me all back in there, and while they closed the airlock and got us some oxygen, I put her back in the suit since hey, it's nicer when a corpse is contained. But then as the air started flowing again, she came back to life! I'm confused, since she had no air and no suit on for about 15 minutes, and okay, she's breathing heavily, but she's alive. Huh. And she's still not a whit interested in me, her savior. Indeed, as we land on earth (without need for any landing bumps or even seatbelts, thanks to this great new technology of matching the earth's cycles), she announces to her friends, "I'm glad I came back for there's something here I love.. Planet Earth!" and away she goes to jump off the slowing ship and kiss a tumbleweed out in the dessert.

I go to greet my mother, Mrs. Druyan (who knew?) and my father, who is some old guy who clearly married her after Carl Sagan died, who then proceeds to pass out while driving me home (too much stress with my valiant mission, it seems) and then I roll over (this was all a dream, remember?) and curl up with a pig back at the barn, and keep sleeping.

Sometimes I'm so strange I startle myself.

That dream within a dream

Was sleeping on shabbos day (I'm sick) and woke up SO disoriented, had one of those dreams within a dream... Dreamt my kid(s) were all watching tv (we don't have a tv) and Yoav and I were in the back of the room, and I woke up and was laying in bed very ill (this was still a dream) but I needed to get up because it was 5 PM and I had to eat shaloshudas... and I was going to eat with my father, but we went to one bathroom in the hotel to eat and it wasn't very nice, so the hotel staff guy came and took us to a more expensive, but nicer, bathroom to eat in. And he was moving the mirrors and stuff around to make it seem prettier, despite the unflushed (yet unsmelly) toilet in the corner. And THEN I woke up, and it was only 4 PM, and I was grateful I didn't have to eat in the bathroom.

Last night I dreamt I was taking pictures of my husband and daughter at one of these bouncy amusement park thingies, and I took some great pictures until I noticed the camera I was using wasn't mine, but belonged to some Chinese tourists.

Corolla and plumbing

I dreamt that we were a car load of women waiting for me to drive them somewhere, out to some dinner or play or something, and they were all downstairs in the parking garage and I was upstairs, just trying to sort something out before I left, namely... Every time you flushed our toilets in the apartment, the wall of the car would shoot out water onto the passengers. Fortunately, it wasn't the flush water itself (it was clean, whew) but I was VERY annoyed because the car is only a few months old, and it shouldn't be having toilet malfunctions when it's still under warranty.

I mean, come on.

I woke up relieved. Pardon the pun.

Dream about next year's play

I had a dream again.

So it was auditions, and the kids and the adults were auditioning
simultaneously in two rooms, like in the matnas or something. So
C.'s going back and forth, and a few of us previous play
participants are running interference for her, answering questions and
handing out scripts and stuff.

I go up to C., and I'm like, "Okay, everyone keeps asking, WHAT
play are we doing?" And C. says: "Cats. But don't tell them
that, just tell them to try and sing a song from there."

So I go into each room, and tell them "Please get ready to act out the
scene from 'A Little Princess,' ...AND if you know any songs from
'Cats' that would be good to hear too!"

And in the adult room, everyone is sharing the strap-on peg leg and
pirate swords for when they get up there and do their scene from Peter
Pan.

Interpretation?

Clearly, C. will surprise us all by doing some story about a
little girl whose father leaves her alone in a boarding school with a
bunch of Lost Girls, and one night they fly out the window to
Neverneverland, where they will all put on lots of furry makeup and
will sing "Memory..." while discussing how only The Great Tom Cat
(also referred to as 'Hashem') can end the Boer War so Shirley Temple
can come home again, but not before she grows a tail.

I LOVE IT!

Why do I dream about swimming?

I had an elaborate dream that my husband and I were with some anonymous family members of ours in Yerushalaim for shabbos, but I had to go Friday night. So we just excused ourselves before candlelighting, and got in the car - to drive to RBS so I could go to the pool! And before we get to RBS, when we're only in Beit Shemesh, I go "Oh my gosh, I'm such an idiot, why didn't I just go in YERUSHALAIM, because now it's going to take forever to walk back!" So we decided I would just go in Beit Shemesh, since it's closer than RBS... and my husband was going to drive back to J-town before shabbos, and I'm like, "you don't have enough time," and he's like, "sure I do," and I'm like, "no, look!" and the sun was almost totally down. So he pulls over and puts his wallet and keys under a dumpster and off we go on foot in Beit Shemesh (which oddly enough, resembles Bayit Vegan) looking for a pool. Finally I stop and ask a woman where it is, and she's says I'm right in front of it... and there's a line of women around the building (which has a very sketchy half sized door to go in - probably due to tznious). So we go in (yeah, my husband too, whatever), and there's a pool in the room I'm in but it's filled with blankets (aside: no I am NOT on drugs!) so we have to wait for the other one, and I forget that part, and then my husband and I are packing up getting ready to walk (note: the prep room was like a hotel room, so it had a tv and everything, but because it was shabbos already I couldn't turn the tv off, so we just turned down the volume before we left), and we're like, should we walk to RBS to change into better shoes and then walk to Yerushalaim? Nah, it's fine. Wait, should we just ask one of these women if we can come for dinner, because we'll miss dinner back in J-town? After all, it's going to take at least AN HOUR to walk to Yerushalaim from Beit Shemesh, right?

And then I woke up, with the full realization that all of this could never have happened, because the walk would be transgressing tchum shabbos. Well, duh.