Bubble-wrap

I'm in someone's kitchen, and I'm invisible. Not like I'm dead... more like I've got an invisibility cloak. She knows I'm there in the kitchen with her, and she doesn't like being watched. All of a sudden she disappears for a second, then I see her running out of the kitchen while covered head-to-toe in bubble-wrap. She could only take tiny steps as she ran because the bubble-wrap was tight. At first I thought to follow her, but then I said to myself why bother, since the only place she could go would be the living room which was right back to where I was.

When I woke up I had the feeling the person running away, trying to escape, was me.

BBQ sauce

My husband's head is covered with BBQ sauce, so much so that it's dripping down his face. He's laughing and looking at his sandwich and saying, "Well, I guess I've got enough sauce."

She's here

My Mom and I are taking a class together. As we're walking up the sidewalk to go into the class, I turn around to look at my Mom and all of a sudden I see my Aunt Dot, walking with us. My Mom is acting like it's normal that she's there, even though she passed away a long time ago. I think my Mom was trying to speak to me telepathically that to say out loud that she wasn't supposed to be there would force her to go away, so I should shut up.

We walked into the building and all sat down together at these little individual desks. Aunt Dot was behind me to my left. I just couldn't stand it -- acting like everything was normal -- so I got up and went over to her and started hugging her like crazy and kissing her and telling her how much I love her, then I went and sat down. A few minutes later I got up and went back and did the same thing.

She was tickled pink.

Then the next time I looked back at her, she was gone.

Looney bin

For whatever reason, I decided to check myself in to a psychiatric hospital. I am assigned a nurse and a room, and then I'm put into the main hall to roam around. The people around me are downright crazy. They make me uncomfortable they're so messed up.

Then it occurs to me that I left work on my lunch hour to come here, but I've been here much longer than an hour. I need to leave in order to get back to work. It's only been a few hours, so I figure I can make it up by working late tonight. Then I remember I didn't even tell them I was going to be late getting back.

I go up to the nurses desk and tell them I need to leave so I can get back to work. The guy behind the desk checks my chart and sees I'm allowed to leave whenever I want, so he starts the process of checking me out. He asks for my credit card but I can't find it. More and more time is passing, and I know I'm going to be getting back to work even later, now. I finally find the credit card and hand it to him, and then neither of us can read the number. It's taking hours and hours trying to check out and I'm starting to feel helpless.

Then I woke up and remembered I was laid off last week. I should have just snuggled down in my looney bin bed and taken a nice snooze.

Stolen memories

(My grandmother just passed away last week; I'm sure that's relevant to this dream.)

A woman, along with her minions, has commandeered my grandmother's house. In actuality I don't recognize the house at all, but I know it's my grandmother's because it's full of a lifetime's worth of things. They are taking pictures off the walls, books off shelves, figurines from side tables.

The entire family is there at the house, since we are virtually prisoners now.

We are all working under the guise of "helping" this woman to dismantle the house, but in reality we are helping my grandmother to pack up a single bag of things that are truly special to her. It's a very large paper bag and we are stuffing it as full as possible. At one point my grandmother passes me a spatula and tells me it's OK to throw it away. Briefly I consider taking it for myself, but decide to just throw it away so I can continue to help her with her bag.

When it's all packed up we walk it out to the car and someone says, "OK, so this is the one that goes to our car?" and a minion overhears this and grabs the bag and promptly throws the whole thing in the trash compactor.

I woke up crying.

Swimming

I'm in a large room. The walls are painted a warm yellow, and there are a few people in the room with me -- most of them watching me. I'm swimming in the air. The more I kick my legs and move my arms, the higher I go. The higher I go, the easier it is to stay up. Once I'm up against the ceiling, I can almost float in place.

Then I come back down, exhausted from the exertion.

Stop singing

Christina Aguilera worked in the cubicle next to mine. She was having a big fight with her boyfriend and she would call him every day and sing a song of disgust and loathing at him right over the phone.

It was very distracting as I tried to work.

The white purse

The purse strap was draped over the back of the restaurant chair. My family was at the table, so I felt safe to get up and move about sans sac à main. It was a country restaurant, where you go up to the counter to order your plate of food. The food looked amazing (translate: fattening). When I went to sit back down, the family was gone and so was my purse. I was alone, with my plate of food, no way to pay for it, and I began to stress out.

I looked in my car, I searched the restaurant (including bathroom), and especially under the table where we had sat. I finally asked for help from the restaurant employees and one nice lady brought me into the back kitchen where they stored their lost & found bin. It was the size of a car! It was full of purses, blankets, toys, papers, etc. It was daunting just to weed through it looking for anything in particular. She held up one white purse after another but it was never the right one.

By this time I was late for everything. I had missed getting my son to school, I had missed getting to work on time, I was basically missing in general since no one knew where I was now. One helpful employee held up a white purse with a price tag of $9 on it -- since eventually they sold their unclaimed lost & found items. I tried to be nice in my response, but these people were not understanding that I couldn't care less about the actual purse -- it could have been a trash bag for all I cared -- I just needed the contents. I needed my driver's license, and my credit cards, and my cash! Who cares about the loss of the purse itself!

I never found it. Nor did I get to eat the yummy-looking food.

Mean buyers

The buyer put a contract on our house, then had to store all their stuff in our attic, then settlement was delayed by a year so their stuff was up there forever, then they had a pre-settlement walk-thru and the agent demanded I make them lunch. I hardly had any food in the fridge but I attempted to make some food and they ended up not eating any of it. Then, while I was slaving in the kitchen, their kids were drawing on the walls with crayons.

Yummy fingernail clippers

I have had a dream previously about eating paperclips, but in last night's dream I ate a fingernail clipper. I bit off the bottom part up to the larger part and left that on the plate. The fingernail clippers were part of my plate of food, like you may have a stalk of celery next to the rest of your food. I had fingernail clippers.

In both of these dreams the action of eating metal objects was completely natural. But each time when I woke up, it's bothered me.

So this morning I did a quick search on dream interpretation and came up with three completely different explanations. First I learned that the type of metal seems important, though I have no clue what type of metal is used for these items. Steel wire would be my guess for the paperclips, and stainless steel for the fingernail clippers. So "steel" is the common denominator. Both were shiny, which also seems to be important from my quick search. Though I don't know why.

1. One interpretation is that I rely too much on technology. Paperclips and fingernail clippers have been around for a long time, though, so I'm not sure how much I would rely on that interpretation.
2. The other interpretation is that I'm biting off more than I can chew, so to speak. Isn't everybody?
3. And the last was that the metal represents my sexual appetite or libido. But what does it mean? Do I have to see Vin Diesel more? or less? 

None of those interpretations seems related, so I'm not sure I really put any faith in any of them.

For whatever reason, lately I dream about eating metal. I think it's really weird.

Missing teeth

Last night I dreamed a tooth fell out.