Friday, May 19, 2006


Last night I dreamed that I was walking rapidly into an elegant building with marble columns, through glass doors that stretched from floor to ceiling. I was wearing a pink chiffon gown exactly like this, pinned with a rhinestone brooch. I was carrying wheat stalks in my hands.

Inside the doors was a massively carpeted entryway which swept left. Well-dressed people were milling about. It appeared to be some sort of a social function, such as a grand opening.

As I walked into the entryway, a woman casually approached me. She appeared to be older than me by about 15 to 20 years. I smiled at her and then, suddenly remembering my wheat stalks, I crossed them rapidly in front of my face in a ritualistic manner as I walked toward her.

"You got that wrong," she said with a friendly, conspiratorial smile. "You should've crossed the stalks first, then smiled."

"You're right," I admitted. "I guess I'm just a little rusty at this."

"Never mind, dear. You're doing just fine," she said. "Come with me. Let me introduce you around." We started walking together toward the main room to the left, which had beautiful clothes displayed on mannequins amidst people who were milling about with cocktails in their hands.

"What's your name?" she asked as we walked.

I told her. Now, as I've mentioned before, my name is somewhat unusual. She quickly put up a hand to her mouth and gave a trilling laugh. "Oh you're kidding," she said, giggling. She wasn't being malicious, she was simply genuinely amused.

I grinned. "What's your name?" I asked, in return

"Ebola," she answered.

"Wait a minute. Your parents named you after a disease, and you think my name is funny?" I asked, putting a hand on my hip in a "get out, girl" manner.

We both ended up laughing so hard about this that we were soon surrounded by her friends, demanding to know what was so funny. When we told them, through gales of laughter, some were confused. "I thought your name was Enola, honey," said one woman. This made me laugh even harder, when I thought about her being named after the Enola Gay (the airplane which dropped the bomb on Hiroshima in WW2). Either way, the poor woman couldn't win.

I woke up still grinning.

Now, I know that some dreams have meaning, and I'm pretty good at interpretation. But I think this one was probably just good, clean fun. Still, why would my brain spin out such a sequence, and was it random?

Or, am I really the Goddess Ceres, dreaming of Saur♥Kraut?


michelle said...

I think it has something to do with still trying to figure out who you are and what your true profession is. ;)

(See your blog admin email please, and/or call me.)

Scott said...

Interesting! Ebola is better than AIDS for a name.


Reverberate58 said...

Don't know much about dreams but I do like the dress!

R2K said...

I think you are right about that... Some dreams are simply entertainment.

mal said...

mmmmmmmm are we have an existential crisis here? *G*

could it be color crisis? pink is so much NOT my color!

Ellen said...

If you further your dream tonight with more sequence, I would gather to think you might be the Goddess Ceres dreaming of Saurkraut.

I love the dress too, and pink is my color!

Have a wonderful weekend, Cereskraut.

The Lazy Iguana said...

What if I am super rich living on a 120 foot sailing yacht dreaming I have to be at this strange place called "work" at 4 AM tomorrow????


Saur♥Kraut said...

Lazy I, then one can only hope that you're living your dream. Oh boy, now even *I* am confused by all this...

Ellen, you too! And I'll let you know if I have any further wheat dreams. ;o)

Mallory, I rarely wear pink myself! I prefer blue, truthfully. But if I were Ceres, why wasn't I wearing gold? Hmmm?

Alex, yup! And I have some great ones!

Reverb, It is nice, isn't it? My dream self has great taste.

Scott, you've got me there! ;o)

Michelle, OK, the blog's all fixed. Now on to my next assignment! Hope you get lotsa hits with the new, more serious "You". :D

KristieD said...

according to the sleep and dreams psychology class i just finished, all dreams have some sort of meaning. its just figuring out what it is. that said, not all dreams have deep, meaningful interpretations. sometimes it is only a simple interpretation, such as a wish to have fun and have a nice time. so...still an interesting dream. my sleep schedule is so messed up (with the insomnia & new joint pain) i rarely dream. i just dont get to that part of the sleep cycle without waking up. so i am jealous. ;)

Nihilistic said...

Good that you woke up with a smile...sure beats waking up screaming! ;)

Live, Love, Laugh said...

perhaps you secretly wish you were a goddess, or a princess, only you know what is hidden in the recesses of your mind. lol! Fun post, did u wake up laughing?

Saur♥Kraut said...

LLL, I almost did! I felt as if I'd been laughing... maybe I had been. I certainly had a grin on my face!

Nihilistic, ain't it the truth! I've had some like that, too!

KristieD, I didn't realize you were having such insomnia problems. There are some solutions, and I urge you to make it a top priority to fight it. I've seen so many disorders arise from insomnia, but there are ways to stop it. Have you spoken with your doctor about it? And there are alternatives to medicine, such as self-hypnotism. Let me know if I can help in any way. (I'm posting this in the early morning hours, but my only problem is waking up early at times and I can deal with that relatively well... But I've fought it before).

michelle said...

You know I think that pink dress really would look good on you.

Beaver said...

Lucky you. If I dream, i certainly don't remember it.

Paul said...

You're so inspirational that I posted a dream of my own.

Miss Cellania said...

Hmmm, I am an excellent interprator of dreams, and yours tells me that you had one too many burritos last night.

Mr. Fabulous said...

I am so jealous. I can never remember my dreams.

Or maybe that's a good thing.

poopie said...

I love the trilling laugh :)