Sep 2, 2008
Ten Word Tuesday.
“Do you need an escort for the deck?”
This was the question that rang out as Bossy’s alarm sounded at 5:30 this morning.
“Do you need an escort for the deck?”
In Bossy’s dream, she was standing at the front desk of a police precinct, and she was there for free maps. She was standing at the front desk of a police precinct for free maps because she was driving an enormous passenger bus.
Bossy was driving an enormous passenger bus because she had just broken up with her boyfriend, a faceless boyfriend. Or she nearly broke up with this boyfriend, the result was sketchy—but Bossy does remember that after she had a meeting with this boyfriend in a large resort hotel where maybe they broke up or didn’t, Bossy was asked to drive an enormous passenger bus.
“Do you need an escort for the deck?” the precinct officer asked Bossy in the dream, and by this he meant, “Do you need a police escort as you cross the wide expanse of bridge?” Because in the dream, Bossy’s bus was poised at the bottom of a bridge and she was having a difficult time maintaining the speed limit due to the bus’s governor—and “governor” was the exact word Bossy used to describe her problem to the precinct officer even though she’s never used the word governor in her life.
Bossy accepted the escort offer, and she wanted to tell the precinct officer how wild it was that she never uses words like “governor” in her real life—just like she has never described the expanse of a bridge as a “deck” even though she’s pretty sure it’s exactly what a precinct officer would say—but as Bossy moved her lips to explain these things, the alarm pulled Bossy from her subconscious. And there she was in her dark room—no precinct, no bus, no bridge deck.
Which is what today’s Ten Word Challenge is all about: in exactly ten words, can you tell Bossy about your dream last night?
And check back later today for the best glimpse into the subconscious on the web.
Casino winnings enable me to retire right this very minute.
First day of school, too nervous to dream.
FINALLY getting to kiss my lifelong crush. It was awesome.
A square blue logo, flirting with boys, SCA anniversary event.
No dream at all. Ambien let me snooze like baby!
Hallie
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Still need 15 states to “invite” us to come visit. Help!
Living in a big old tenement, appartment was indescribably exciting.
(So strange how perfectly logical things seem while still dreaming.)
Breakfast with fellow blogger. She can put down French toast.
Most of my dreams involve teeth falling out and bridges.
Trusting new students enter and I’m not ready to teach.
No pants on, 7th Grade Math, Mr. King………Oh My!
“Please drive my fancy car.” “No, thanks. Afraid to smash.”
Devin Hester was my boyfriend. Husband didn’t exist…
My mother is smoking a cigar. What the fuck, Sigmund?
Dressing son for kindergarten, and none of his clothes fit.
Boyfriend and me starring in “Guys and Dolls”; naked cuddling.
(Married mother and I’m so confused…..)
One year old son falling into pool and drowning. Screaming.
Perhaps Bossy watched “Speed” recently?
Looking for size 14 shoes while lost in the woods.
Kissing old boyfriend in pediatrician’s office, then cleaning barn floor.
Couldn’t stop laughing about that ‘free map’ – must be the same as the one, excuse me, 2 I was trying to print out from the net last night that HAD to be bigger than 8 1/2 x 11!
Last night’s dreams? More than 3 hours ago – no clue!
Insomnia is a bitch. I don’t think I have dreams.
Parasitic relative arrived on doorstep expecting my guest room. Nightmare!
No dreams to remember; thank goodness for deep, wonderful sleep.
What dream I had, I do not know. It’s gone.
It’s impossible to dream when
you didn’t sleep at all.
(GRRRRR.)
Don’t remember. Must’ve been bad. Woke up mad at hubby.
Weird pregnancy dreams I can’t remember leave me feeling fuzzy.
Ex-boyfriend’s dad’s funeral. His new girlfriend was preggers. Congratulations!
My friend Martha got a new job. Everyone was shocked.
Boyfriend suggests open relationship. Tears. Anger. I suggest immediate breakup.
Gallons of snot (literally), blew yellow, then green, last blue.
Mom who’s already passed. Friend with cancer. At Cemetery together.
Like winning Hot Blogger Calendar spot, my dream eludes me.
Always have to poop, can’t find clean or private toilet.
attacked by dog, cleaning, HOT night with SP, RUDELY awakened
I rarely have any memory of dreams. I sleep hard.
Ambien blocks the really crazy dreams can’t remember when awaken.
Real-life pregnant – so dreams getting weird. Was pirate in tropics.
I can’t sleep so hardly ever dream! I need Lunesta!
No Dreams: bitten in the eye by mosquito’s; for real.
On exotic vacation; coworkers kept having gifts delivered to me.
Rowdy kids on bus; teenage Gary Coleman standing on head.
(I so wish I was kidding, and that I could go into more detail!)
jack and the beanstalk remade with more violence and nudity.
Dreamt all night, no conscious memory, freaking alarm at 5:30
no dreams…sleep was restless. Woke up at 4:30 AM!
Engaged to first cousin. Hope one of us is sterile.
Husband snoring, cats jumping on full bladder, no dreams remembered.
I have no memory of them except: weird, repetitive, frustrating.
Husband caught kissing his cousin’s girlfriend in the garage.
Needless to say, I woke up furious with him this morning. The poor guy had no idea what was wrong!
Swimming and was flirting with a Phelps/Obama-cross hottie.