Slept thru storms, had weird recurring dream April 8, 2008

I managed to sleep through the storms last night, but I had the weirdest recurring dream.

It’s trying to tell me something, but damned if I know what it is.

The dream is always the same. There’s me, then there’s these two guys. One guy is apparently well off and can do things at the drop of a hat if he chooses to. He always mentions that he paid for my over the top wedding (which in reality I didn’t have) and has a close friendship with a woman who, in the dream is supposed to be my mother, but my mother is NOTHING like this woman is. She’s shallow, cares about what people think, has little regard for my feelings or anyone else’s (my God, she’s Hyacinth Bucket, um “Bookay”!).

Then there’s this other guy, who likes me for me, would do anything for me, and is trying to get me away from Hyacinth, er, “Mom” and her “friend” with all the money. But somehow, he always is one step behind the “dastardly duo”.

Mr. Fancy Ass and Hyacinth have flown me to India (why there? Beats me!). I thought I was going to Australia, so when I hear that we’re landing in India, I, of course, freak out. And, of course, Mr. Fancy Ass is there to meet me. I protest that I’m supposed to meet Mr. Nice Guy in Sydney. Mr. Fancy Ass says that Mother (aka Hyacinth) wanted me to come to India to soak up the local culture, which in my mind has me thinking that she’s trying to set me up with some rich Indian dude, and I so don’t want that.

Fancy Ass has given me money (a debit card with an astronomical amount of money on it), so I slip away from his watchful eyes, somehow get back to the airport and book a flight to Sydney. By the time Fancy Ass figures out what I’ve done, I’m long gone.

Nice Guy meets me in Sydney, and we go to the American Embassy and state that I’ve been taken out of the US against my will (because I knew I had a plane ticket to Sydney when I got on the flight that eventually went to India). I tell an embassy official the story, how my ticket was switched, and how this rich friend of my mother’s, at her request, spirited me off to someplace I had no intention of going. Since I am an adult, they embassy official takes my story elsewhere to get me some help.

While all this is going on, Mother Dearest shows up in Australia. She doesn’t want me to be with Nice Guy for some reason, but wants me to be with Fancy Ass (turns out he’s the one with the hots for me). She doesn’t know where in Australia I am until Interpol arrests her for kidnapping and other charges.

Nice Guy and I escape Australia and head back to the USA, where I take over all of Fancy Ass’ wealth.

(I said this was a weird dream, didn’t I?)

My question is, what the hell does it mean?! I’ve had it more than once recently. And, no, I haven’t been smoking, drinking, or injecting anything funny.

Maybe I’m just tired of all the uncertainty in my life as of late.

That’s all from where I sit.

–MorelaterZ–