I have always been prone to weird dreams. I thought this one too weird to share, but Mrs. Charlie and I laughed ourselves to tears over it - so I decided to post away.
I dreamed I was working for the church on a humanitarian mission in Madagascar. I met the most wonderful man. He was a doctor as well as a handsome, kind, sweet, generous, understanding person who seemed to like me with all my quirks and inadequacies - mostly because he had no perfect woman checklist that gripped my heart so tightly it slowly turned to ash in fear for the day I would fail to mark a box. (This imagery was truly a part of my dream. I am a drama queen, much as I hate it.)
The dream changed and we were in Malaysia getting married. My family. His family. But I kept obsessing about whether or not I had invited Nadia and Syar as well as if they still lived in Malaysia and why were we getting married in Malaysia. It's not at all unusual for me to argue with myself in dreamland.
In the next scene, I was very happily living in Jakarta. We had the most amazing treehouse. Our house wound around this ancient tree. Each room held some wonder, like a collection of exotic pets or a guru. I loved my life. I walked around my house feeling at home. At last, I had a place where I felt completely accepted.
I arrived at the bottom of the tree to the place where we housed our free clinic. There were hungry children everywhere so I set to work healing wounds and feeding empty stomachs. I smiled, aware deeply that I was doing what needed to be done and no one in my world would criticize, judge, or reprimand me. I was loved, complete, needed, and liked.
The door to the clinic burst open. A tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny yet very pregnant American woman burst into the room. She bumped into a table and I inhaled sharply out of concern for the baby. She cursed, reached insider her dress, and pulled out a pillow. At that point, I knew my idyllic little dream had changed colours.
"You!" she shouted at my husband. "How could you leave me for this chubby, unattractive, dirty, neurotic and self-pitying woman?!"
I watched my husband. He shrugged. "I guess I liked her. However, I remind you that YOU left me. Not that I want you back, of course. I love my wife."
The woman raged. She tossed things around our clinic. She scared the children. I motioned for them to come to me and that caught her attention.
"You!" I recoiled at her anger. "How could you take him?! Don't you know he used to be a girl?!"
I can't tell you if I was shoked. I had backed into observer mode. My husband responded with a shrug and a nod. "To be honest, I am a hermaphrodite who chooses to live as a male."
I answered, "Hm. Well, I suppose this means you're infertile."
My gentle, good, kind, very masculine AND appealing husband nodded. "It's likely."
It was my turn to shrug. "Oh, well. Guess it was always meant to be me and a sperm bank. I really, really, really love my life and see no reason to change any part of it." I went back to caring for children and laughing with my Spousal Hermaphrodite as the actress stormed out.
There are many things that make me laugh about this particular dream:
1) I have had several versions of the dream where I marry quickly and discover some secret later. The Hermaphrodite ending is a HUGE step up from my recent "best" ending where my husband turned out to be a homeless man who lived with his mother on a flatbed truck. He had sold his radio to buy my engagement ring. In that dream as well, I shrugged and accepted the revelation. So, an ending where 88.8% is FREAKIN' WONDERFUL - hey, that ain't bad.
2) I think this dream really indicates that tree houses are the home of the future. I had a monkey and a housecat and a big snake and a CHEETAH as pets (with, I admit, a significant bug problem - but the cheetah really trumped all over some beetle dung). How cool is that?!
3) When I got to work, I had an email saying that today was a day of astrological significance wherein "detailed dreams will manifest into reality." SO, if any of you know a hermaphrodite working as a doctor in Malaysia - tell him to dump the blonde. I'm on my way.
4 comments:
That's an incredible dream. At least now you know exactly what to look for; your very own "perfect man" checklist.
That sounds like a Swiss Family Robinson type of treehouse. I always wanted a My Side of the Mountain treehouse.
First of all, treehouses are awesome! Second of all, hermaphrodites are people too and thirdly, if it was such a big deal that he used to be a "girl", then why does -she- care so much about wanting him back? (I know, I know, not that logic has anyplace in the mind of a psycho ex, or in a dream for that matter...) I did question why you rated it as only 88% wonderful though, because it sounded like a pretty good ending to me. I mean, she leaves, and you go right back to living the AWESOME life in Malaysia. =D I mean, after ALL
"There were hungry children everywhere so I set to work healing wounds and feeding empty stomachs. I smiled, aware deeply that I was doing what needed to be done and no one in my world would criticize, judge, or reprimand me. I was loved, complete, needed, and liked."
How awesome is that??? Well Glo, I thinks you're a born writer. -Or a born screwball or some combination of the two, but your posts pretty generally rock. (I say generally because let's face it, no one's perfect. Sheesh, I'll be the LAST one here to hold myself up for an example of someone who IS....) But yeah! They rock. Not much chance to read them with RLI lately, but that's okay. (Even moreso now. -I'm moving.) -I just thought I'd stop by one more time! Farewell!!!
"mdqcpdd"
I could stand to read a little more about the treehouse.
And the monkey.
But that's just me I suppose.
That's awesome! I wish I had dreams like that. I usually can't remember what I dream.
Hey, as long as you're a good person and you're happy, that's all that matters.
Congradulations! Where should I send the gift? Jakarta?
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