You tell me:
1. Friday night I dreamed that I went to a ball game at Wrigley Field but was unable to fit into the seats. Not only were my hips wider than the arms of the chair by about six inches, but they were made of some hard material so unyielding that I couldn’t even wiggle in on the diagonal.
2. Saturday night I dreamed that I was performing in a fat girl burlesque/fashion show with Jennifer Lopez (who, I must state for the record, I do not consider fat) who was wearing a sequined thong and riding a fully decked out circus horse. We were all wearing blue and silver and I most adamantly did not want to be there.
3. Last night I dreamed I went to the gynecologist to have my IUD removed only to be told that it had grown into my uterus and was thus unremovable. Ever.
Now I’m no dream interpreter, but I clearly have some body image stress kicking around that kooky brain of mine. Yeesh.
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April 7, 2008 at 12:38 pm
OTM
I know that last one is theoretically possible, but in the dream it was more of a “You are turning into a cyborg” situation than a rare but serious complication of IUD-having.
April 7, 2008 at 1:29 pm
Tari
“You are turning into a cyborg”
Especially if your hips are made of something hard and unyielding!
And, hey, it could be about not wanting to go to a Cubs game, wear a thong, or visit the gynecologist. ‘Cause, you know, I’d be right there with you on all three.
April 7, 2008 at 1:34 pm
OTM
I actually went to a Cubs game on Sunday. I fit into the seat fine, but was sooooooooooo cold (under the shadow of the mezzanine) that I couldn’t even finish my second beer, which kind of defeats the purpose of going to any sporting event for me.
April 7, 2008 at 1:55 pm
Colleen
I want to go to a game but I’m worried about the seats, which makes me sad but it’s life. Brandon says we can just get bleacher tickets but aren’t those in direct sunlight? I’m way too delicate for 3+ hours of direct sun. I’m TRYING to be a cool girlfriend, here. Make the seats bigger so I can pretend to care about baseball while sucking down beer.
The second dream sounds fun to me but I’m all about sequins and glamor.
April 7, 2008 at 2:04 pm
OTM
Colleen, I think you would fit in the seats. I fit fine on Sunday and I saw attendees in a wide range of sizes. I don’t know how comfortable you would be after nine innings, though. The bleachers are not only in direct sunlight, they are also Asshole Central, so I’m pretty sure that’s not going to work. Husband and I have a standing agreement that if I get fed up with some aspect of a game (weather, boredom, drunken frat boys) or if it goes into extra innings, I can leave without guilt or judgment. Maybe you and Brandon can work out something similar? We could even go to a game together. J and Brandon can bond and we can talk about people and then split for Halsted’s if things get too awful.
WAIT. Why don’t J and Brandon go to the game and we’ll just go to Halsted’s? PERFECT.
April 16, 2008 at 11:37 am
the fruitfemme
I once had a dream that I was turning into the Michillan Man (the guy made of tires?) I decided that meant I was paying too much attention to advertising. :)
April 22, 2008 at 1:31 pm
Jackie
I have to say, that dream about Jennifer Lopez was rather amusing to hear about.