I just had a really vivid dream of my coworker Lucy wearing a red shirt and being really pregnant. She was sitting in a rocking chair at work, making up a song about Friday being her day. Something like “Today is Friday, and it’s my day!”. And my coworker Edgar was playing a keyboard flawlessly the whole time with an ascending melody that was accompanying her. Lucy looked very peaceful and happy.
It was so vivid and non-bizzare dream that I thought it was real when I woke up. Huh. And then I couldn’t figure how to accurately sum it up on Twitter. 🙂
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Background: Maggie and I have talked a few times this week about how much we’re enjoying reading Snickollet right now. It’s a mom of two year old twins, who lost her husband to cancer when the kids were babies. She’s currently dating someone new, and the blogging has been top notch.
Last night, I dreamt that I was eating at a restaurant near my parents’ house (said restaurant doesn’t exist–I think it’s a Subway currently). There was a woman there with a baby, and it turned out to be Snickollet. She was the nicest, most genuine person, and even let me hold the baby, whom she said was Maddie. Although, thinking on it now, Maddie turned into a sack of flour later…
I kept calling her Snickollet, even though she told me her name was Michelle (I think it’s Stacy for realzies, and she lives in Boston). I told her how much we enjoyed reading her blog and were rooting for her. In the dream, it was like meeting a celebrity. My family left and then walked (!?) up the hill back to the house.
I don’t remember any other details, really, but it left me with warm fuzzies when I woke up.