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| White Trash Dream |
| 05.13.05 (6:34 am) [edit] |
|
O.M.G. What a WACKY dream I had last night. And I don't even know where to begin analyzing it. I am going to put it in the category of comedic fluff... I dreamed that I had to go to my godmother's funeral. (Ironic since I don't have one, although I *AM* in the market for a Fairy Godmother.) My mother annoyed me about what to wear or what time or something (typical). She didn't like what I was going to wear. (Totally typical) The funeral was to start at 1pm but I got to the church really early. 10am. A woman in her 20's comes up to me, wearing a black bugle-bead ensemble and really flashy (cheap) jeweled brooch, saying about how hard it's going to be without her. I have no idea who this woman is, but she's acting like she knows me. I say something comforting. I thought that my mother had gotten the time wrong and that I was at the right funeral. People start streaming in. White-trash Jerry Springer would be the theme. Big hair. No class. One guy was wearing a white sportcoat with pink baby foot imprints on it with writing saying "Proud Poppa". One girl was in a strapless red-white-blue sequin short number. The funeral starts and they are talking about her - she died in her sleep in a nursing home. I got the impression people weren't visiting her very much. She left instructions for her funeral and will in her 'sewing notions box'. They read some letter and the people were all nodding and saying "that's right!" I realized that this was not my godmother's funeral. I said to myself that I was going to sit in the back of this very big church because I *HAD* to witness this. The church was really crowded. They sang Christmas songs because the deceased loved them. (It was summer). They had Xmas lights and decorations everywhere. Then they passed out cookies like they were passing out a collection plate. And big mugs of milk - that people were supposed to drink like they were taking wine - sharing out of the same mug for the entire row. (Blech) And there were these two girls in their 20's that were rather hefty that were talking and giggling. Then they just 'hopped' over the back of several pews to move forward. In dresses. Not very ladylike. Then the pastor was in the back row with me - we looked at each other, rather dumbfounded at the scene in front of us. The people started breaking out cakes and other food and started a buffet and drinking party right there. Socializing. He told me that we had to get these folks moving along to clean up the church for my godmother's funeral. So I'm encouraging them to take their food and get out of the church, they were generally rude and many folks were passed out cold. Including the chick in the sequined red/white/blue number. I tapped her on the shoulder and she rolled off the pew, with her dress in a rather unflattering way. There were people fighting - mullets were flying - sequins were popping. I was laughing through so much of this and I'm leaving out a ton of details - but as you can tell, it was ODD. NO drugs were used to assist in inspiring this dream. And I have NO clue what influenced it. |
posted by: Roxgirl (reply)
post date: 05.13.05 (6:43 am)
OMG... that dream is completely wacked!
My most recent dream had Ozzy Osbourne in it... now THAT's scary! LOL
posted by: onebadjen (reply)
post date: 05.13.05 (7:39 am)
more fun than my dream last night... i dreamt i slipped and fell off the front porch.
posted by: linda (reply)
post date: 05.13.05 (7:39 am)
Interesting dream Scuba, what was the last TV show you watched or article in the paper you read? Maybe it blended into your dream....LOL
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 05.13.05 (9:40 am)
Reply to: linda
Didn't watch any tv or read a book last night. However, while I was waiting in xray - I did read an old gossip magazine with pictures of stars in their awards show gowns.
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 05.13.05 (9:41 am)
Reply to: onebadjen
What immediately came to mind was
"Help, I've fallen and I can't get up!"
by Redonthehead