Dream Dream Dream

My body is a rebel sometimes.

Generally my body and I agree. I don’t work it too hard. I’m content with my little girl arms and my squishy stomach. I do not strive for the fabled ’six-pack’ and I don’t ever lift anything unless there’s a practical and immediate reason for me to do so. My body appreciates this most of the time, and does a good job of getting me through my day.

There are times, however, when my body decides to just give up. Generally it happens right before a period of time in which I know I’ll have to be particularly active or busy. One needs to look no further than my whiny pre-Christmas update for proof of that. And so it is that just before this week kicked off — a week that is to be filled with mid-term tests and assignments — I got sick.

It’s just a cold, but I find the cold to be one of the more annoying sicknesses. There is nothing, really, that can be done about it. With other ailments there are real medications and cures and courses of action one can take that actually result in progress! With the cold it’s just “get some rest.” It’s infuriating, is what it is.

I did not get to sleep until around 5:30 a.m. last night. I had tried to get to bed much earlier but my body was in full rebellion mode. I went through a whole box of Kleenex. Then I took about three multivitamins and some extra-extra-strength Advil. Eventually this well-considered strategy of “taking whatever medication is available” paid off, and I ended up sleeping. But this sleep was not like my usual sleep.

It is not uncommon for me to dream. Generally, however, I dream of common situations and realistic scenes. My dreams are often just replayed and reworked memories, played out and over again, and always quickly forgotten by the time I wake. My dream last night was completely different. My dream last night has stuck in my head all day. My dream last night was just weird.

In this dream, I lived in a really big house. This house was one of those cavernous mansions, with a lot of pillars and artwork on the wall. I remember being disappointed because the numerous hallways were all so wide that I could not spread my arms and brush my hands along the walls as I walked down them. That’s always been one my favourite things to do, ever since I saw Johnny Depp do it in a scene from Edward Scissorhands. Don’t ask me why.

I was really excited in this dream because I was about to watch WWF Wrestlemania 20! Which, I guess, is the next Wrestlemania. I’m not really sure since I haven’t kept up with the fast-paced world of pro-wrestling for several years now. I was sitting on a couch in front of a GIANT TV getting ready to watch this event, and, for some reason, I had like a dozen candy canes in a big white bucket sitting beside me. I don’t even really like candy canes.

So I’m watching the event, and it’s really odd because they’ve booked it in this medium-sized arena that has a GIANT pillar right in the dead centre of it. So they had two wrestling rings, one on either side of this giant pillar. And they’d have a match in one, and then a match in the other. They rotated, you get it? And this upset a lot of people because, hell, they couldn’t see for half the time.

But I was happy as I can be sitting at home with my bucket of candy canes (Which I don’t, weirdly enough, recall eating) and was actually sort of glad they put a giant pillar in the middle of the arena because it meant they were being extra careful about the roof not caving in. If there’s anything I can support in this world, it’s making sure roofs don’t cave in.

So I watch like half the show and I can’t really recall ANY of the wrestlers or the matches, aside from one wrestler who had the convienent ability to morph into OTHER wrestlers and thus trick them. That guy was cool.

Around the mid-way point I was getting really tired, so I decided to move to another room that had one of those Psychiatrist-style couches. You know the ones I mean? Red leather, arm only on one side, and so on. So I lay down on that and there’s a much smaller TV — like seriously, a 9″ television — that I start watching the wrestling on. They were taking like an intermission or something because they hadn’t shown a match in what seemed like FOREVER. I was so tired that I fell asleep right then and there.

When I woke up, the television was static. I had missed the whole show. I remember being so angry and disappointed with myself, because I had been really looking forward to seeing the end of this thing, naturally. And I really wanted to know what happened at the end. (I think the guy who could morph was fighting last.) So what do I do? Naturally, I start wandering around my giant mansion looking for something or someone who can tell me the results of Wrestlemania 20.

Here’s where it gets really weird. I go into this room that looks like a bedroom. It has one of those four-post beds with a canopy and an antique wardrobe against the wall. There I find a bag of 82 chicken nuggets. For some reason I just KNEW that for every chicken nugget I ate, I’d learn about something that happened on the show.

So I took a really deep breath, and started to eat.

And then I really woke up. It was 3 p.m. I had missed all my classes and I felt like I was on fire. My head still hurt.

If there are any dream experts reading this site, please let me know if there is any way to interpret this mess of a dream. Hell, even if you know nothing about dreams and their meanings, feel free to suggest an explanation! I am just so baffled.

Matt