Dream Layers

This morning, when I woke Gllen up to tell him goodbye, he blearily opened his eyes and after a moment of disorientation gave a HUGE ear-to-ear grin. I raised my eyebrows at him and patted him on the shoulder. "Were you dreaming?" He nodded, still smiling at me. He does this sometimes. I'll wake him up and he'll be super happy... not because he has had a good dream, but because he's happy that his dreams aren't reality. "What were you dreaming about?" I asked.

With his face half in the pillow he told me, "I was in high school and I was about to drop out. And my teacher was trying to convince me to stay in school while we ate a lobster dinner.

But I was flunking, so I was going to drop out."

"Why were you flunking?" I wanted to know.

"Because I have to work!" He looked at me like I was an idiot. "I can't be wasting my time on stupid gym class!"

I asked him if I was in the dream eating lobster too. He scoffed. "I was in high school. Why would you be there?"

"What does that matter!?"

He shook his head and tole me, "There can only be one layer of dream..." he rubbed his face and stared at the ceiling, looking for a word... "inception."

I think he totally misunderstood that movie.

Dreams Really Do Come True

Today I came home to a sweet little surprise from my boyfriend. Sitting atop of my laptop was a strange purple necklace I had never seen before. Gllen heard me come home and emerged from his office in time to see me staring at the necklace in confusion. "What is that?" I asked.

"I bought a present for you." He said, smiling at me. I gazed at the three strands in confusion.

Finally, I remembered a bleary conversation with Gllen, when I had woken up from a dream and told him how sad I was that the dream wasn't real. In the dream, I had been shopping at an estate sale and found a gorgeous amethyst necklace, three strands of polished crystal, and bought it for only ten dollars. I hazily recalled him asking me if I like amethysts. I then listed off all the gemstones that I love, which is basically everything but diamonds.

So here he had researched an cute little necklace to match my dream, bought it online and gave it to me, in his words, "Just to be nice." How cute is that?!

Now I'm wondering if my other dream will come true... the one in which I dreamed that Gllen had a youtube video of himself that had gone totally bonkers viral. It was only a ten second video, where Gllen drinks deeply from a glass, smacks his lips and says jubilantly, "I love my JUICE!" (the word juice is spoken 'joooooooooooooose!') It's already the new catch-phrase in our household...

Always Looking for an Angle

Gllen stumbled out into the living room yesterday, lurching and obviously still under the spell of sleep. He sat down next to me on the couch and sort of made some noises which indicated that he was tired. I continued getting ready for work, since he was obviously not acting like a human being yet.

Suddenly Gllen informed me, in a rather lucid-sounding way, "I have discovered the key to beating Soccer."

I turned to look at him, eyebrows raised. He continued, while staring straight ahead. "You find a really fat guy. And then he can hide the soccer ball in his fat folds. You'd have to practice with the team so that they could kick the ball perfectly into his fat fold. Then he just runs towards the goal."

I opened my mouth to offer commentary, but he ammended, "Well, he'd have to find a way to get it out of his fat fold at the goal... but still." Slight pause as he considered what he just said. Then he smiles. "It's the perfect solution."

I'm Not Sure What it Means

I love it when Gllen remembers his dreams. I got him to tell me one this morning.

"I was around a bunch of hippie astronauts. They were all going around the room talking about how they don't eat anymore, or they just eat some stupid nutrabar, but only once a day. Then they got to me. I don't remember exactly how I worded it, but I said it really cocky and sarcastic. Basically, 'Eat your stupid nutrabars. More ribeyes for me.'"

I probed, "What did they have to say about that?"

He shook his head. "Brent laughed."

I wrinkled my brow. "Brent was there? Was he one of the hippie astronauts?" Gllen shook his head again. I poked him. "What was he doing?"

Gllen rubbed his hand across his face. "If I have a dream and I say something funny, and no one is around to hear it, Brent will appear and start laughing."

Fond Farewells

I always say goodbye to Gllen before leaving for work. I was particularly bemused last week, when I stood at the edge of the bed and told him I was leaving. He blearily opened his eyes and looked at me for a moment before muttering, "Happy barbecue trails...." and then closed his eyes again.

I opened my mouth and was only able to sputter, "What?"

He peeked open one eye and repeated dreamily, "Barbecue...." and promptly went back to sleep.

Dreams Are Revealing

Out of the blue, Gllen says, "Did I ever tell you about the dream I had where I was a cowboy?" I giggled immediatly. "No!" He shakes his head. "I was only an apprentice cowboy, so they made me ride a cow. It sucked."