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I don't usually post about dreams, but two of them lately have both been pretty trippy, and funny.
They've both been sports-related, too, oddly enough.
A few nights ago, I dreamt I was at an Alouettes game. My dad, and Ian, and one of my dad's friends were there. Except, the field was about 200 metres away from the grandstands, and it was elevated. So all that we could see were parts of the uprights, and the occasional helmet.
Last night, I dreamt about the Olympics. The ones in Athens. I was at work while the opening ceremonies were on. And we were watching them on TV. And Cecilia Zhang - the girl who's alleged murderer was just arrested in Toronto - was alive, and carried the torch into the stadium. Then, she handed it off to Simon - my boss' husband. And he somehow came out of the television, and handed it to me. And I ran upstairs with it, except I then discovered that the Archives were actually my parents' basement, and I was upstairs in my parents' house in Ottawa. Holding the Olympic Torch. And they were using the DVD player that I bought them for Christmas as a karaoke machine. And they were singing some folk song.
I don't usually remember my dreams, but there ya go.
I also seem to remember dreaming something about Bob Saget in recent nights, too.
They've both been sports-related, too, oddly enough.
A few nights ago, I dreamt I was at an Alouettes game. My dad, and Ian, and one of my dad's friends were there. Except, the field was about 200 metres away from the grandstands, and it was elevated. So all that we could see were parts of the uprights, and the occasional helmet.
Last night, I dreamt about the Olympics. The ones in Athens. I was at work while the opening ceremonies were on. And we were watching them on TV. And Cecilia Zhang - the girl who's alleged murderer was just arrested in Toronto - was alive, and carried the torch into the stadium. Then, she handed it off to Simon - my boss' husband. And he somehow came out of the television, and handed it to me. And I ran upstairs with it, except I then discovered that the Archives were actually my parents' basement, and I was upstairs in my parents' house in Ottawa. Holding the Olympic Torch. And they were using the DVD player that I bought them for Christmas as a karaoke machine. And they were singing some folk song.
I don't usually remember my dreams, but there ya go.
I also seem to remember dreaming something about Bob Saget in recent nights, too.