I think I've mentioned that I don't dream too often... (not that I remember anyway) well, I did dream last night and though I canna share it here, let me tell you... it was mighty fine! 
What Did You Dream Last Night?
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I dreamt I lost my cell phone and it was like the end of the world for me.
Wandering in the neighborhood of my office, except that it looked nothing like the neighborhood of my office. Conversation came out of a house with an open door that made it sound like it was a grocery store. I thought I'd scope it out.
Walked in, and yes, there was a small grocery store inside the house. I figured I needed a bag of dog food, then I saw an open bag of dog food by the counter. I recognized it as a bag that I'd opened up and left behind when I'd been there last. The dog food inside looked like salted pretzels covered with a layer of brown.
I said to the old lady behind the counter, "I guess I'll take my bag of dog food. But it's been so long, I can't remember if I paid for it or not."
"Well, that presents a problem, doesn't it?" She was grumpy. I looked at the dog food and wondered how one of those pretzel-looking things tasted. I resisted the impulse to pick one up and start gnawing.
Old man in the corner, apparently her husband, said, "Aw, just split the difference with him."
"Nope," she replied. "Full price."
The old man looked at me. "You're around here, right? What's your address?" He winked at me, and I realized that he figured if we established neighborliness, the old lady would give me a break.
I looked out the window. I said, "Well, I know my office address here, but I can't remember that other address. I have a remote office, but the address here is..." and I was stumped. I could remember my office address, but not my other address. It was frustrating. I just couldn't remember it. (I have no idea whatsoever what "other" address I was trying to remember.)
After that, it got weird.
I woke up thinking, "Just pay her for the damn dog food."
Walked in, and yes, there was a small grocery store inside the house. I figured I needed a bag of dog food, then I saw an open bag of dog food by the counter. I recognized it as a bag that I'd opened up and left behind when I'd been there last. The dog food inside looked like salted pretzels covered with a layer of brown.
I said to the old lady behind the counter, "I guess I'll take my bag of dog food. But it's been so long, I can't remember if I paid for it or not."
"Well, that presents a problem, doesn't it?" She was grumpy. I looked at the dog food and wondered how one of those pretzel-looking things tasted. I resisted the impulse to pick one up and start gnawing.
Old man in the corner, apparently her husband, said, "Aw, just split the difference with him."
"Nope," she replied. "Full price."
The old man looked at me. "You're around here, right? What's your address?" He winked at me, and I realized that he figured if we established neighborliness, the old lady would give me a break.
I looked out the window. I said, "Well, I know my office address here, but I can't remember that other address. I have a remote office, but the address here is..." and I was stumped. I could remember my office address, but not my other address. It was frustrating. I just couldn't remember it. (I have no idea whatsoever what "other" address I was trying to remember.)
After that, it got weird.
I woke up thinking, "Just pay her for the damn dog food."
I have an office that's at the border of business and residential sections. I do a lot of work out of the house. And coffeeshops. And sometimes hotels.
...Ahhh Rebecca..
Last night I dreamt my Mother said her final goodbye to me by e-mail.
I'd forget my address under those circumstances, too, asleep or awake. Do you have a dog?
Suburban-style home, empty nesters, dog in the yard, grandkids coming over. We are more stereotypical than you imagine.
Handsome boy (girl?). I haven't imagined you.
The dream sounds a little bit anxious. Not much, just a little. My personal experience is that anxiety, another word for fear, is behind most of my dreams, and that many of them are quite anxious. The feeling I get from your grocery store dream is one of minor concern about possibly forgetting something relative to your responsibilities in general, which of course include both your job and your home life, and which in your case are a little atypically mixed together. Most people's job situation allows for more separation conceptually from home.Oh, girl dog. A rescue, sorta. She's been wonderful. Older and creakier now than in that photo, but still very sweet.Handsome boy (girl?). I haven't imagined you.
Yeah, good call. More stereotypical than you (nonspecific, generic "you") would imagine.
Ok, but still how stereotypical is any sK fan after all? I dreamt something last night, or early this morning, or shortly before I decided to arise, but I don't remember it and probably won't unless I happen to when my head re-touches down on the pillow.
Scary dream last night, but I only remember the last part. There was a character called Mama--tallish, stout, wore a Grandma/Lunch lady apron...and had a shark mouth. When I woke up, I was completely convinced that she was sitting on the bed behind me, and that if I gave her any hint I was awake she would bite my face off. *shudder*
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She looks a lot like my Cindy, also a sweet albeit a bit neurotic
rescue dog who we had for about 12 years before she crossed the Rainbow Bridge last summer.She looks a lot like my Cindy, also a sweet albeit a bit neurotic
GAAAHH! You can't talk about the Rainbow Bridge! I'm not armoured with sarcasm & coffee yet! A friend sent me that poem when our black lab, Sunflower, died at 17--our son got her for his 2nd birthday & she died on his 19th. That was a hard day.
Well, we're a (mostly) white couple, long-term married, kids, grandkids, living in a mid-sized city in a standard suburban-style house, and we host weekend family dinners and frequent overnights with the grandkids. It just seems stereotypical.
I have vivid dreams just about every night or, more accurately, just about every morning before waking. If they're interesting, the challenge is to memorialize them before I forget them, because they have about a 20-minute half-life.
Agreed. I keep meaning to keep a dream journal next to the bed, but I'm too damn lazy (lol).