Random

If you know me well enough, you know that I am a dreamer. I'm not talking about having dreams of one day running marathon (like I'd bother) or traveling through space (a Jupiter Jump is as good as it gets). I mean that I am an individual who has weird dreams that make you laugh out loud, cry profoundly, or just simply freak you out. I must warn you that I don't put much in store by my dreams. I don't think they mean something ALL the time. I do believe that they are generally the product of my imagination running wild.

WARNING: If you think it is wrong for me to share my dreams, do not read the rest of this. However, if you would like to have some silliness added to your day (and just so ya know, there might be a touch of drama), please read on (*hint* comments are most welcome *hint*):

Last night:

...So there I am, running in my backyard. I think I am training this giant horse for a competition of sorts. By giant, I mean I barely come up to the bottom of it's hoof. So here I am training something that is so big I can't really see the top (I can because it is my dream, but the me in my dream cannot). And I am training the giant horse ( I wonder what it's name is?) in my backyard which doesn't make sense seeing how my backyard is not big enough to train a giant horse (I doubt the horse could even fit in the yard). It doesn't matter though because my dreams don't have to (and they never do) make sense. Well at the end of my dream, the horse is mad at me and starts chasing me. I begin to run away but fall in the grass. I lie in the grass when the big shadow covers the earth around me. I begin to pray for my life knowing the horse is about to step on my head and all my insides (whatever little brain matter that is left) will come squishing out. And in my dream, I am lying on the grass seriously imagining how my head is gonna be squished like a grape. But when the horse steps on my head, nothing happens. It seems that the grass acted like padding and saved my head. All the pressure from the horse's hoof was applied to the area around me, but not on me. So I raise my head up and said "Alhamdulillah." And then I wake up.....

NOTE TO SELF: Do not watch "Clifford: The Big Red Dog" with my little sister anymore.

Night before last:

...I am at the Masjid and it is time for iftar. I have just added salt and pepper to my meal. I need to return the pepper container to the office in the Masjid (why the office, I'll never know). The problem is that I know that in one of the back rooms of the office someone is having a meeting with a musical nasheed group and their crew (yeah, they have a large crew) because they have just finished a show and have one more to do. So I return the pepper to the bookshelf (yeah, I put the pepper right next to the religious books) and hesitate for a second. I want to see the guy but at the same time I fear talking to him. But in the end he comes out and we start talking. Alhamdulillah, it was an okay conversation (I was nervous, I think), but the guy looked different than he usually does. Anyway, we start talking about a problem that occurred the evening before. It seems that one of my youth group members had fallen in love with one of the crew members (some young guy whose job it was to move equipment). She was in love with the kid and wanted to run away with him but her dad interrupted. The kid and the dad duke it out in front of the Masjid. And as we are talking, I note how the poor kid is not at the meeting. The guy tells me the poor kid ran away after the ordeal, but that he wasn't gonna go after the girl. And so we end our conversation (which keeps being interrupted by random people who just want to tell him and the crew 'hi') with a promise to keep our eyes open for any other challenges that might arise between crew members and youth group girls...

NOTE TO SELF: Do not chat with youth group girls on instant messenger late at night while listening to Nasheeds.

The two don't seem to mix. :)

I swear that I don't usually have many weird dreams right after each other. It usually just happens randomly. I only wrote about two that I've had recently, but in reality there have been a lot in the last two weeks. And these weird dreams are generally random and hilarious.

Take for example a few nights ago (the last one, I promise):

...I am at a wedding for an acquantaince of mine (I am not sure whose wedding, but it is one of two sisters that I know---and by the way, they are younger than me). It's a desi wedding, it's actually the mehndi before the wedding. So all the women are dressed up and the girls are dancing. I go to another room (I am wearing a cute outfit: Black pants and top with a black scarf but I am wearing a shawl draped over my shoulder---it kinda looks sari-style). Once I get into the other room I start breast feeding my child (I have a child??? That was fast :). I don't know if it was a boy or girl, but it was definitely my child. When I am about to go into the other room these two guys come up to me (yeah, it's the girls mehndi night, but the guys are never too far away). They want to take a picture with me because they say I look like Madonna (not the religious "Madonna with child" but the "Material girl" Madonna----me??? with a scarf on??? ME??? I don't even look a tad bit like her!). I protest, but they beg to be able to take a picture back to Pakistan with the look alike of Madonna (As I type this, I am laughing at the craziness!). Finally, I oblige. Just as the camera flashes the iqama is made so we go to pray. I have to put on a prayer skirt (I'm not sure why). After prayer, I am leaving the party with my brother (I don't know what happened to my baby, maybe he/she is in the backseat) but I have left my prayer skirt behind. I don't remember until we get pretty far away from the building. It seems that the party was in a small country town (we have quite a few in OK). So when we turn around to go back, a cop car starts trailing us. My brother then runs a red light and the police officer pulls us over and makes my brother get out of the car. I beg the police officer to let me go get my skirt with my brother's car while he 'deal' with him. So I leave my brother with the crazy small town cop (I think my brother is handcuffed) just so that I can get my skirt...

And that's how it ends...I don't even know where all of that came from...

Where's a Freudian interpretation expert when you need one? :)