I have always had really bizarre dreams. I don’t always remember them, I don’t keep a dream journal, I frankly don’t put a lot of stock in them. But last night was bizarro – and I am just sure you can all help me figure it out.
If you are familiar with Northern Virginia, you know the main highway leading into DC is 66.
Okay, so I dreamt that I had to – yes, had to, not wanted to but had to with very dire consequences if I didn’t – ride a very tall unicycle down 66. There were no cars on the road. Just me on this tall arse unicycle. It was probably about 4 stories tall.
By way of background, I am not particularly afraid of heights. I am not completely uncoordinated. I have never ridden a unicycle (or had any desire to), and I do not have any circus performers in my family (at least not anyone who actually got paid to act like a clown).
So, I am riding this unicycle down the road and I come to the first bridge. Bridges are apparently a bitch when you are on a very tall unicycle. Can’t go under it, can’t go around it, can’t go over it. So I had to anticipate when to lower myself off the unicycle to perfectly time landing on the bridge. Lift the unicycle over the bridge. Get back on it and start again. Also not so easy.
I told my husband that this was one of the most stressful dreams I ever remember having. He kind of laughed.
Not you too.
It was. very. stressful.
I never fully knew what the consequences would be if I did not finish but I knew I had to do this.
So this happened for a while. I’d ride along fine and then I would get to a bridge. I maneuvered the bridges pretty great even if I do say so myself until I got to Rosslyn. It was the last bridge before DC. There was a building attached to the bridge. I landed fine. My family was there waiting. I was very happy to see them there. And all of the sudden I got really nervous about getting back on the unicycle. I went into the building where hubby and bear tried to help me get to the stairs. But the doors were locked. Apparently, I was doing this stunt on a holiday – which explains the no cars on the road thing. But none of the rest of it makes any sense at all.
Then thankfully my daughter woke me up. So I don’t know if I finished but I woke up stressed out. I never panicked but it was insane.
Any ideas. If your best guess is that I have completely lost my mind – I know that already. And keep it clean – remember my kids read this blog and sometimes my parents.