Daydream Believer

Like most other little kids, when I was growing up, as soon as the bus dropped me off in front of my house, I'd burst through the front door, throw myself into my mom (or dad's) arms, tell them about my day and wait for them to unpin the note on my shirt sent home by my teacher.  Oh wait, is that not normal?  I guess I can say that got in trouble a decent amount.  Of course, it was never my fault though... of course.  So the question is: What had Sarah done today?  Was she triple-dog-dared to hit someone in the head with a stick?  Had she kissed another boy under the desks during a movie?  Did her kindergarten boyfriend, Randy Peterson, beat someone up for flirting with her again?  For the record, all of these things happened.  What can I say, my "maneater" tendencies started at an early age.  But alas no, it was nothing nearly as scandalous this time.  The story my parents prefer to tell about my daily note jewelry, for obvious reasons, is about daydreaming and holds true to this example.  I barely paid attention in class because I was constantly in my own little world dreaming about how wonderful life would be if my mom would just buy me lunchables, or if I had a pet sloth - whatever it is that five-year-olds dream about.  From an early age I've been a dreamer.

The thing I like most about day dreams is that you can control exactly what happens, who they are about and your overall happiness isn't questioned based on whether a man has that douchebag gene or not.  Because let's face it, in my daydreams, the men always sweep me off my feet before rubbing them, there is a bottomless bottle of wine and I can eat as many frango mints as I want without worrying about swimsuit season.  If only.  Where it gets a little bit tricky is with your actual dreams.  Some people claim that they don't remember their dreams, or they don't dream.  I am not one of those people. 

Usually, my dreams are very vivid and relatively life-like, save a few random details.  For example, I once dreamed about getting ready for a trip with an ex-boyfriend and his family.  Everything was normal, except when I looked at him, he had a ridiculous widow's peak that came down to right in between his eyebrows.  Talk about getting over an ex!  He was immediately unattractive, to both dream Sarah and real life Sarah.  Another time, I dreamt that I was swimming with whales with some guy (assuming a boyfriend) on the set of Deep Blue Sea.  Unfortunately, Samuel L. Jackson was not there.  Now, generally I would think this was really cool.  Add in the dream aspect that the back of said boys legs were covered in pubic hair and there was a giant fish food container for the whales that was filled with babies, that doesn't seem like such a fun date anymore.  A normal woman would wake up and think "what a horrible dream!  Those poor babies were being eaten by whales!  What is going on in my subconscious?"  Myself, on the other hand, a woman who reads entirely too much into the meaning of, well, everything thought "women are supposed to shave their legs and that guy can walk around like that?  And, why was there a baby in my dream?  I must be pregnant."

Reading into this way too much, per usual, I looked up the meaning of hair in dreams.  Apparently, "to see hair in your dream signifies sexual virility, seduction, sensuality, vanity, and health. It is indicative of your attitudes."  Well hello hello, I will certainly be creeped out in my dreams if this is what it means!  Anyway, the reason I started thinking about this is because last night I had a really vivid and crazy dream and was curious to see what it meant.  The themes, after looking them up, stay pretty close to what is currently going on in my life, and apparently my subconscious is taking it all pretty hard.  In short I found that the nature of the dreams represent feelings of betrayal, dishonesty, severed relationships and parts of my life that I'm trying to eliminate.  Pretty heavy dream if you ask me.  Now that I know that the creepy hair aspect of previous dreams is actually a good thing, I kind of wish it was present here!


It seems as though my daydreaming as a child has continued on into my adult life, as I am thinking about this dream and what it means in my waking life throughout the day.  However, I'm pretty sure (at least I hope) that my boss isn't going to pin a note on me at the end of the day and ask for it to be signed and returned in the morning.  Sorry early education teachers, I hate to break it to you, but apparently those notes and attempted lessons didn't work on this girl.  Such a waste of paper.