At the moment, that creative outlet is a project that I'm working on for Bobby's birthday. It's going pretty well ... I think. At least, working on it, I've stopped dreaming weird things.
Anyway, the crazy dreams ...
Last Friday afternoon, while napping, I had a dream that Alex and I were at my office together. This is not itself odd, since Alex comes to work with me on Fridays. Someone came into the office, and I got really frightened; the person was pushing around a metal cart and it was very noisy. For some reason, I thought it was Frank from the DOC intelligence unit in the office next-door ... but I was still afraid, even though Frank is not a scary guy. Anyway, the noisy cart was pushed up the steps, so Alex and I hid under my desk. I was holding him tightly around the chest and shushing him so that he didn't run out to explore. Finally, the noisy cart and scary person left ... and when I came out from under the desk, there was a pile of papers on the corner of my desk, which was frightening because that meant that the person had been in the office with me!
Then I woke up.
Then, last Saturday night, I had a dream that my family went to a tropical island because we had to buy Something there that was prohibitively expensive in the U.S. but affordable there. I have no idea what that Something was. Anyway, it was Bobby and me, my parents, my sister (Kirsty, I think you must have stayed home ... wisely!), and my Aunt Lois and Uncle Jim. We woke up and left the hotel and went hiking through the jungle. It was a lot like crawling through the Amazon River Forest at the Aquarium: very hot and humid and lots of ducking under ginormous wet leaves. We were carrying big totes for some reason. We came to these narrow stone stairs that were very steep and slippery. It was difficult to navigate down them with the totes. Sharon went down the steps first, and I handed my tote to her and climbed down the steps.
Finally, we emerged from the jungle. Now, we were on the beach with a big public bazaar full of scary people who looked like gangsters. We were afraid of being robbed or having our pockets picked. There was a boardwalk built on the sand and people selling gold jewelry and medicines and leather jackets for cheap. At this point, my Aunt Lois said to Uncle Jim, "Jimbo, can you walk in the middle 'cause these leather jackets really stink." We were walking past a stand selling (apparently foul-smelling) leather jackets. Every now and then, we'd see another group of American tourists, clearly there for the same Something that we were.
At last, we came to the end of the boardwalk and rounded a corner. All of the other people--tourists and gangsters both--were gone. There was a corner store with neon signs and gaudy gold jewelry in the window.
Then I woke up.
Finally, on Sunday, I had a non-scary dream. Bobby, Jenni (digdigil), and I went to Romania to visit Alina (ann_arien) at the hotel where she works for New Years Eve. Only the hotel was a huge green castle ... very cool! We met up with Alina and hung out around the pool. I had a set of those "diving rings": colored plastic rings that sink to the bottom of the pool. Alina and I kept diving into the pool to fetch them. And yes, Jenni, you looked very pretty!
Then I woke up.
This is the first and only time that I've dreamt about people whom I've only met online. Now if I can just start dreaming about Elves ... (other than the creepy Maedhros-on-Thangorodrim dream that I had one time!)
If I've dreamt lately, I don't remember them. It's just as well: These are weird enough to last for a whole year!