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My Nightmare, The Foo Fighters And Compline

I've had a few weird dreams lately. Night before last I dreamt that I went to pick up Jenn's  birthday cake and some how they decided to make a cake that looked exactly like our son Jack. We ate it, but I had to keep the two jacks in different rooms... you know, in case we mistook our son for a ... cake.

Usually my dreams have random elements that I can't understand and spend most of the dream trying to figure out. Last night the random element was why I was hosting Saturday Night Live. I couldn't tell you why. Even in the dream I was just normal Tim, not Ashton Kutcher or Michael Phelps. The frustrating thing was that I didn't have a script, kept missing my cues and couldn't make costume changes without someone yelling for me to get on stage. The dream had that "naked in high school" feel to it, but with the upside that I got to introduce The Foo Fighters.

That totally made up for missing my chance to yell "LIVE FROM NEW YORK, IT'S SATURDAY NIGHT"

And I don't even watch this show.

Following Compline tonight, I want to introduce the following Marian Hymn.

My Dream Last Night

My Third Freaky Friday

  I was talking to Jenn last night tangentially about some of the dreams that I’ve been having lately. The first was a clown with an umbrella that was everywhere I went, and the second featured a school bus on autopilot that I couldn’t get off of. I’m not sure if these could be considered anything like a Jungian archetype, but they do tend to make me think that I am more than just a bit afraid to be a parent.

My Nightmare

It used to be snakes that haunted my dreams. Snakes were easy. You wake up and they disappear. Last night I had another re-occurring dream. One where I am giving a talk to a youth group on their retreat. I’m prepared, and despite the fact that this is a dream, I am even wearing pants.

The Problem

The problem is not me, it’s expectations. The group’s expectations of me, my expectations for the group, and no real communication between the two. (I thought about this for nearly an hour between 4 and 5 this morning)

I’m giving a talk on courage, one I gave previously last month (My subconscious was taking notes, apparently) however I was scheduled to give this talk to two rooms full of people at the same time. To compound the problem, the priest keeps interrupting to break out in spontaneous prayer in one room while a band keeps deciding randomly to play worship music in the other. I am standing in a doorway between these two rooms, and finally decide to go wait tables instead (?I don’t know either?).

My head is a dangerous neighborhood to wander around alone in after dark.