Dream: Me & Christina

I’ve been holding onto this one for a few days now, at least since Friday, so my recollection may be a little off.

I’m living with my parents with a house that has played the part of my parents’ home before, but I don’t recognize during waking hours.

Christina Aguilera–whom I’ve grown up with and is my best friend and object of unrequited love–has just returned to visit her parents after a successful tour, and I try to convince her to let me go on tour with her. She gently but firmly tells me no and breaks my heart.

Now, the fact that I’m ten years older than Christina doesn’t bother me nearly as much as the fact that I’m married and terribly in love with my wife, but Mrs. Wesley is nowhere to be found in this dream.

Fact is, I’m pretty sure I know where this dream came from and what it means, but I’m not telling. So there.

One thing I do want to bring up is something that I saw in almost an ‘establishing shot’ sort of way: my parents were using little robot bees to water their flowers. They looked like toys, maybe 9 inches tall, made of brightly colored plastic. There were maybe a half-dozen or so, all different characters, each with a watering pail, who would hover over a large barrel (or fountain, I forget), fill their pails, then fly off to different flowers or hanging plants. They had no moving parts or hinges from what I could tell (including their wings), and they moved in the slightly drunken hover that TV shows and movies used to make things “fly.” They buzzed/spoke quietly to each other in some sort of digital language only they could understand.

Had nothing to do with the dream as a whole, but the image was so striking I wanted to make sure I put it down somewhere.

I dreamed last night…

I don’t normally dream, or at least I don’t remember my dreams, but this morning I woke with fragments from at least two dreams last night.

In the first, I was having a birthday dinner with a large group of friends and/or family, and I opened a birthday card with The Incredible Hulk on the front. It said, and I read aloud, “HULK WISH YOU A HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” I opened the card and it was a gatefold cover with paragraphs of text printed on it. “Hmm, and Hulk evidently very literate, too!” I said, which got a big laugh, and suddenly I realize this isn’t my family, it’s an audience at a comedy club.

I don’t recall anything else from that.

The second dream I know I’ve had at least one other time recently, although I may not have remembered it at the time. I’m either in the far, post-apocolyptic future or some sort of sword-and-sorcery fantasy setting. There’s a runaway donkey and cart that I have to stop. I know it’s the third one I have to stop, although I don’t remember stopping the first two. If I don’t stop it before it gets to town, the town will blow up. One the side of the cart are three symbols. I can’t see the first two now, but I know the third is the symbol for radioactivity, the thing that looks like a spider. This whole second dream feels very “PS2″ ish to me upon reflection.

Now, I’m not one to look for deeper meanings in dreams, but there are a couple things worth noting:

1. My birthday is coming up. Less than two weeks now, in fact.
2. Both of these dreams dealt with radioactivity in some fashion.

Make of that what you will.

Last Night I Dreamed…

Last night I dreamed that a robot pterodactyl attacked me in my bed, but I snapped it’s neck like I was in a Steven Seagal movie.

…dinobots, my ass.