I had a dream last night that I was at my at my Bubby’s funeral. I don’t know why I was dreaming about it because it was several years ago. In my dream, the funeral was in a huge mansion (her house? she lived in apartments her whole life, btw) and she was leading the service (weird!). She didn’t look like my Bubby, but her stuff was there.
Lots and lots of stuff.
In my dream, everyone was commenting to me about how I should work out more and eat healthier while simultaneously encouraging me to eat more (it’s that Jewish guilt in my family, I guess). I got so mad that I ran to Lululemon (because Lulu solves EVERYTHING!), which happened to be right next store in the big house.
I think the weirdest part of this whole thing is that I have been to this “mall” before. And I have the same dream, where I just keep getting lost in the mall and can’t make my way back to whatever I was doing.
And then I wake up.
Are you still reading or do you now wish you wouldn’t have come here because I might be slightly neurotic?
I rarely dream and when I do, I don’t remember them, so this is a rarity.
The good news is, that when I woke up, I immediately sprung from bed (after falling back asleep for 30 minutes when J took the dog for a walk), donned my Lululemon crops and went to the gym.
There’s a lesson here, I’m sure.
- I should dream about working out / people telling me to do so more often
- I should stop looking at pinterest for ideas on how to upcycle grandma-like antiques
- I should eat more quinoa (it fits, I promise… I tried it for dinner last night and I had more energy this morning)
- I should shop less? I’m sure that’s just a coincidence and not really a lesson, because there aren’t too many “malls” in Chicago. Now if I start dreaming of Nordstrom Rack….
As I am reading this back I am realizing that I probably shouldn’t post this nonsense on my blog, but what the heck, I promised myself I’d be real here and here I am. Real crazy 🙂