"experience is what you get when you didn't get what you wanted." -randy pausch

Thursday, August 11, 2011

I went to jail last night.





Last night I went to jail.
In my dream.
For unpaid babysitting tickets.
Whatever that means.
And I missed dinner, even though when I asked about dinner it was only 4:45pm.
The woman at the jail desk looked at me like I should have known dinner was before 4:45pm in prison.
I guess they eat early there.
Like it wasn't my first day or something.
And there were no jail cells.
Just a bed in a cubical.
With coral pink padded walls.
No locks to keep us in.
Basketball games in the big gym behind the jail desk with the presumptuous dinner lady.
And someone handed max to me out of thin air, and I was crying and she was crying.
And then all of a sudden I was underneath a helicopter going to five guys for dinner bc i had missed it at the jail, but couldn't ride inside bc I was technically escaping, but I was planning on coming back.
I was just hungry for dinner.
Even though I knew I wasn't supposed to leave bc I was in jail.
But I remember knowing we could get passes to leave for meals or to go visit our family.
I was just too lazy to ask them for a pass or I was too scared they would say no.
Both.
And I wanted dinner.
Even though no one told me this, I already knew these rules.
And it was the most disturbing thing to not know how long I would be there.
That was the thing in the back of my mind the entire dream.
How long was I going to be there?
But I wasn't ever in my body, just watching my body from above.
Except when I was holding max.
I was in my body then.
And then I woke up.
And decided I never want to go to jail.
Bc I might miss dinner.
Or something.

4 comments:

Emmy said...

Lol! That is one strange dream. And yea, I don't want to go to jail either.

Sue said...

Sounds to me like being a full-time mom feels a little bit like jail sometimes, even though the walls are coral pink, not locked, and there are basketball games in the gym (and best of all, your baby!).

But sometimes you don't get "fed," which means you have to escape once in awhile and nurture yourself at 5 Guys (or with some actual grown-ups), always knowing that you will come back to that wonderful mommy "prison" because that's where you really want to be.

Just sayin'.

;)

McVal said...

Oh man! You better have TWO lunches today. You're starving woman!

Amy said...

Wow, Sue should go into dream interpreting or something! :) I just think you must have been very hungry last night. And that BLAT looks divine!