I've always had crazy dreams. Always. I honestly wonder if it's hereditary because my mother has had some really crazy ones. One of which is infamous in our family, but if I told you about it she just might kill me.
Not only are my dreams crazy, but I occasionally wake myself up laughing, crying, or talking. The times I wake myself up laughing are really entertaining, although I usually don't remember what was so darn funny.
Last night I had a weird dream. Not so much weird as annoying, I guess. I dreamed I was heading to play pickleball. I went inside the gym as usual, and the nets were up, but there were unfamiliar people in the gym. I set my bag down on the bleachers and decided to have a look outside to see if anyone was out there. The regular pickleball crew was outside playing, so I went back in to grab my bag, only to find out the gym was full of students. And although the nets were still up, the students were not playing pickleball. They were watching a movie! And I couldn't find my bag I left there, and my bag had my pickleball paddle inside!
Feeling frustrated I decided to go outside and borrow a paddle from some of the kids out there. As I was leaving the gym, a girl who is in the handbell choir with me shows up with her baby (a baby she doesn't yet have, by the way) and asks me to watch her for a little while. I tell her no problem and take the baby, and it's then I remember that Sandy (a pickleball friend/coach) gave me a check and some papers to take downstairs to the basement offices. As far as I know, there are no basement offices in the SUU P.E. building, but in my dream there were. I get downstairs, and no one knows who I need to give the check to. I ask several people, but no one knows because there is no name on the check. I tuck the check and the papers into a manila folder, (who knows where that came from?), and head back upstairs. I bump into the mom of the baby I've been holding, and she takes him. Only at this point the baby looks totally different than before. Before he was older, blonde, with a funny, toothy grin. Now he's younger, with dark, dark hair, and deep blue eyes. She's totally fine with the fact that her baby isn't the same, so I hand him over.
This whole time I've been dying to get outside and play pickleball, so once I pass off the little baby, I dash outside. Looks like I'll have to wait, because now the pickleball nets are gone from the outside courts!
I woke up at this part. I lay there thinking about the dream, and remembered a few weird details. One of the girls I play pickleball with was wearing a bright green shirt with a white shamrock on the front. The other detail is that the nameless check was for $75.00.
Dreams are fascinating. I honestly know that sometimes dreams are visions from heaven. They're meant to help us out, tell us something, comfort us. I just don't think this was one of those dreams. I'm pretty sure I'm just anxious to play pickleball and nervous to go to handbell choir.
But I'm telling you, if those pickeball nets are gone today or there are students watching a movie in the gym, I'm going to have the heebie jeebies.
