CRAZYTOWN! - September 29, 2018
Sunshine and a Purple Dress: CrazyTown
There are so many things I could write about in any given week, but this week’s Sunshine story will be about my dreams last night. Or what I can remember of my dreams.
My dreams started out with two friends visiting – a husband and wife – to review their daughter’s finances. Apparently, we were looking after her investments. They looked like a few sheets of paper with lots of print and another sheet with stick on earrings. While Laur and I were talking to our friends, the daughter went and found these “investments” and made off with them. Smart girl. We would never have stolen them, but we wouldn’t have attended to them either.
Then at 2 am – in my dreams – Laur and I were both awake. And he said, “Let’s go for a car ride.” And I thought, “Why not! We’ll be back by 3 am and I’ll still be able to get a few hours of sleep.” But instead of going anywhere scenic, Laur drove to a car-wash place that offered outside and inside cleaning. And I was not happy. I said, “Did this have to be done in the middle of the night?!” And Laur said, “Jannie, you gotta fit things in when you can…”
Back to the house. Still in my dreams - we had bought a wee cottage that appeared to have a little bit of lake front. But it actually didn’t – it was our neighbours’ and I was wondering if they would mind if… And then Pudge and Trotty – two of our old dogs, now deceased - arrived after two days of being away. They were covered in mud and I had to wash them off with a shower hose. Oh the mud! But then I said to myself, “At least I won’t have to pay an impoundment fee to the city…”
Next up – still dreaming –I was giving a one-woman comedy show and the auditorium looked like St. Andrew’s United Church in Sudbury. And I was really excited. The auditorium was at least 50% full! Then I realized, I could not find my stories. I searched everywhere for them and I was feeling very desperate. Laur said, “I’ve got some stories I can read. You go back to the car and write some new ones.” And poor Laur, what a time he was having. The lad he’d hired to do the sound was feeling very sour with Laur and refused to do his job. So Laur had to both now perform and run the sound system…
Meanwhile, back in the car, I couldn’t write any new stuff because I remembered, “Oh no! I have an Order of Service and a Sermon to write!” Gah!? How could I have forgotten THAT! And then I felt really confused because I couldn’t remember if my home church was All Peoples or St. Andrews? And then I said to myself, “I know. I’ll just ask Lorne – he’ll know. Lorne Chuipka was the chair and a very hard worker at All Peoples United Church – and sadly, he has passed.
Back to the auditorium. The first half of the show was over. It was break time. And half the people left. “Oh no,” I said to Laur, “Half the people are leaving!” And he said, “Yes, but half the people are staying!” (In real life, this would not be what my hubs would say.) And then I thought, “Maybe they’ll come back if I serve them cupcakes and coffee!” And I went to get some. Not sure what I/we did for the second half of the show, but I expect in involved a lot of ad-libbing….
On our way home, we ended up visiting an older couple who were fostering a baby and were filling out the paper work, hoping to keep it. (Not sure if “it” was a boy or girl.) I asked if I could please hold “her,” and the man passed her over to me and my wrists gave out and I nearly dropped her. I felt terrible. But the man said, “Don’t worry, we’ll just lie her against your chest and you can cuddle her.” And it worked. Phew! Pure bliss. He told me the night feedings were going well and his wife was getting back to sleep. I was so happy and hopeful for them…
Still dreaming - back to our house which kept morphing in appearance. There was a young woman there with her child and her child was running wild around the house. I asked her what she was doing there and she looked at me as if I had two heads. She said, “I used to live with you and you told me I could come back any time!” And I replied, “Yes, you are right. But you should check ahead and make sure it’s us who are here. We could be renting out to Americans and they carry guns. They might shoot you!”
At this point I woke up. On my jog-walk this morning I thought I could make out a few recurrent themes:
-I feel I am not “on top of things.” I never am, so why doesn’t this feeling just give up
-Our house needs to be cleaned and decluttered. (Laur says, “No, it doesn’t!”)
-We have four different homes – Sudbury, St. Catharines, Arizona and S. Korea – and we are heading off to the latter two in October and in November
-I had a Sunshine story to write
-I’m worried about my home church in Sudbury – All Peoples United. Words cannot convey how much those people and that building mean to me.
-The cupcakes were just like the ones brought by the ladies at Silver Spire United Church to the folks at Ina Grafton Seniors’ Village. I was so touched by their kindness. And they provided some singers and musicians too.
-The baby could symbolize the people I visit who live “in care.” I so want to help them and protect them from sad things, and I can’t. I’m just one person and a flawed one at that.
-The bit about a possible shooting? I feel so strongly that some wars – especially family and church wars – should never have happened in the first place. We must always be vigilant and so tender with each other.
But more likely it was just the raw onions I added to my huge, spicy, high fat vegan supper last evening. There are folks who look to dreams for meaning. I look at mine as CrazyTown
There are so many things I could write about in any given week, but this week’s Sunshine story will be about my dreams last night. Or what I can remember of my dreams.
My dreams started out with two friends visiting – a husband and wife – to review their daughter’s finances. Apparently, we were looking after her investments. They looked like a few sheets of paper with lots of print and another sheet with stick on earrings. While Laur and I were talking to our friends, the daughter went and found these “investments” and made off with them. Smart girl. We would never have stolen them, but we wouldn’t have attended to them either.
Then at 2 am – in my dreams – Laur and I were both awake. And he said, “Let’s go for a car ride.” And I thought, “Why not! We’ll be back by 3 am and I’ll still be able to get a few hours of sleep.” But instead of going anywhere scenic, Laur drove to a car-wash place that offered outside and inside cleaning. And I was not happy. I said, “Did this have to be done in the middle of the night?!” And Laur said, “Jannie, you gotta fit things in when you can…”
Back to the house. Still in my dreams - we had bought a wee cottage that appeared to have a little bit of lake front. But it actually didn’t – it was our neighbours’ and I was wondering if they would mind if… And then Pudge and Trotty – two of our old dogs, now deceased - arrived after two days of being away. They were covered in mud and I had to wash them off with a shower hose. Oh the mud! But then I said to myself, “At least I won’t have to pay an impoundment fee to the city…”
Next up – still dreaming –I was giving a one-woman comedy show and the auditorium looked like St. Andrew’s United Church in Sudbury. And I was really excited. The auditorium was at least 50% full! Then I realized, I could not find my stories. I searched everywhere for them and I was feeling very desperate. Laur said, “I’ve got some stories I can read. You go back to the car and write some new ones.” And poor Laur, what a time he was having. The lad he’d hired to do the sound was feeling very sour with Laur and refused to do his job. So Laur had to both now perform and run the sound system…
Meanwhile, back in the car, I couldn’t write any new stuff because I remembered, “Oh no! I have an Order of Service and a Sermon to write!” Gah!? How could I have forgotten THAT! And then I felt really confused because I couldn’t remember if my home church was All Peoples or St. Andrews? And then I said to myself, “I know. I’ll just ask Lorne – he’ll know. Lorne Chuipka was the chair and a very hard worker at All Peoples United Church – and sadly, he has passed.
Back to the auditorium. The first half of the show was over. It was break time. And half the people left. “Oh no,” I said to Laur, “Half the people are leaving!” And he said, “Yes, but half the people are staying!” (In real life, this would not be what my hubs would say.) And then I thought, “Maybe they’ll come back if I serve them cupcakes and coffee!” And I went to get some. Not sure what I/we did for the second half of the show, but I expect in involved a lot of ad-libbing….
On our way home, we ended up visiting an older couple who were fostering a baby and were filling out the paper work, hoping to keep it. (Not sure if “it” was a boy or girl.) I asked if I could please hold “her,” and the man passed her over to me and my wrists gave out and I nearly dropped her. I felt terrible. But the man said, “Don’t worry, we’ll just lie her against your chest and you can cuddle her.” And it worked. Phew! Pure bliss. He told me the night feedings were going well and his wife was getting back to sleep. I was so happy and hopeful for them…
Still dreaming - back to our house which kept morphing in appearance. There was a young woman there with her child and her child was running wild around the house. I asked her what she was doing there and she looked at me as if I had two heads. She said, “I used to live with you and you told me I could come back any time!” And I replied, “Yes, you are right. But you should check ahead and make sure it’s us who are here. We could be renting out to Americans and they carry guns. They might shoot you!”
At this point I woke up. On my jog-walk this morning I thought I could make out a few recurrent themes:
-I feel I am not “on top of things.” I never am, so why doesn’t this feeling just give up
-Our house needs to be cleaned and decluttered. (Laur says, “No, it doesn’t!”)
-We have four different homes – Sudbury, St. Catharines, Arizona and S. Korea – and we are heading off to the latter two in October and in November
-I had a Sunshine story to write
-I’m worried about my home church in Sudbury – All Peoples United. Words cannot convey how much those people and that building mean to me.
-The cupcakes were just like the ones brought by the ladies at Silver Spire United Church to the folks at Ina Grafton Seniors’ Village. I was so touched by their kindness. And they provided some singers and musicians too.
-The baby could symbolize the people I visit who live “in care.” I so want to help them and protect them from sad things, and I can’t. I’m just one person and a flawed one at that.
-The bit about a possible shooting? I feel so strongly that some wars – especially family and church wars – should never have happened in the first place. We must always be vigilant and so tender with each other.
But more likely it was just the raw onions I added to my huge, spicy, high fat vegan supper last evening. There are folks who look to dreams for meaning. I look at mine as CrazyTown