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DREAM
I am really excited, because I've been asked by a friend in the youth group I once belonged to to sing a song for them. I choose "I Can Only Imagine."
I promise myself I'll get started practicing after I get some sleep. I lie down in the curb of the road. A man comes up to me and pees on me.
"Hey!" I shout. "Hey, stop that!"
After several seconds, I get up, run into the trailer above me and call the cops. I have been assaulted by bodily fluids.
After I make my report, I realize that there's a Buddhist version of "I Can Only Imagine," and I practice those lyrics instead.
A woman tries to enter the trailer. I don't let her at first. All I can see under the blinds is her mouth.
"Do you own this trailer?" I ask.
"Yes!" she says.
Then I notice that someone is diving after my squid through a hole in the floor. I drop the phone call with the police to swim after her. I see her, but she is far ahead. She catches my glorious yellow squid which looks like a dumbo octopus. She's messing with it.
I surface, then I find her and ask, "Did you eat my dumbo squid?"
She unapologetically says, "Yes."
I let it go. "Fine," I say, still quite mad.
I find fluffy toast in her trailer made with lemon and blueberry. I put two pieces in her toaster and eat those as compensation.
Then, I go to Walmart, still unsure of my lyrics.
When I get there, I don't focus on my friends or my performance. I pass the McDonalds they're in and focus on clothing and super soaker toys.
INTERPRETATION
This is the second dream in a row I've had about being expected to sing, and it's a privilege, but then I blow it off by not practicing or memorizing the lyrics. I think I'm really worried about becoming indolent. I'm trying to be a self-starter, doing lots of self-paced things, but I just really struggle to motivate myself to do anything but write lately.
I'm also dreaming about Buddhism more lately. I want to make that a bigger part of my life, but again, I don't often make time for it.
