But what about the goat?!?!

A few days ago, I had a dream where Jake and I were flying back to the US from Scotland.  We had a choice of two routes, both had layovers and took about the same amount of time.  One of them stopped over at Easter Island, and gave you enough time to get out and explore a bit before continuing on to the US.

Now, you're probably asking me how this makes any sense, because Easter Island is nowhere near on the way from Scotland to the US.  It's not only in the wrong hemisphere, it's in the wrong ocean.

But you are forgetting how my brain works.  As I am beginning to believe from dreams I've been having recently, my subconscious thinks that EVERYWHERE should be where Canada is.  There was the dream where we road-tripped up to Scotland, there was the dream where I flew to the mysterious Hanavar.... and now the dream where I stopped by Easter Island.

Although, I do have to admit, that at least in this dream Scotland was where it belonged, over next to Europe.  Because I know this, there won't be an addition to my Brain-Canada map drawing, since then the flight plan would make even less sense.

So here is a rough screen capture of where Easter Island was in my head, and our flight plans.

Now for the actual dream.

We (Jake and I) were in Scotland, and the people at the airport check-in gave us two options.  We chose the Easter Island one, because, hey, more vacation for our money!

We landed at Easter Island, and got to leave all our luggage on the plane, which was nice, because we didn't have to worry about it at all.  We were walking around (landscape looked suspiciously like Scotland), and found a goat.  It had a collar, so we were like, lets take it with us!  And it just kind of followed us around, occasionally we'd tug on its collar to make it follow us if it stopped to eat or something.

Got to this weird area.  There was gently sloping land (just open grassland), and there was a rickety rope/wood bridge going across this opening- dropped down maybe 20-30 feet to a small pond or something.  The opening was circular, and the land sloped so that the opening was angled.  Left side of the opening was probably 20 feet higher than the middle, and the right side would be probably another 10-15 feet lower, except for a weird outcropping of rock that came from the right side and went up ~8 ft and then extended over the circle about a third.  The bridge was a third of the way in from the right side, and went across the circle, under the rock outcrop.  (So, if you were standing in the middle of the bridge, and looked to the left side of the hole, you'd just see the vertical wall that then slopes down along the edges of the circle to where the bridge meets the edges.  If you looked right, you'd see the vertical wall coming up and then arching over your head, and past it ~1 ft.)  If my artistic ability was able to handle more than squares and drawing flight paths, I'd just draw this, but I suck at drawing, so you get this crappy description instead.

Anyway, we got to the bridge, and for whatever reason, decided we waned to go across it instead of around the pond/hole.  The goat REFUSED to move.  It did not like the bridge and wanted no part of our shenanigans.

And that is where the dream ends.

When I woke up, I was like, "I should tell Jake about this dream."  But then I forgot.  That night, I had another dream where I was just freaking out about "what happened to the goat!?" all because I hadn't told real-life Jake about the dream goat.

Moral of the Manda-brain: Tell Jake about the goat dreams, or they'll bug you till you do.

Scotland and Stupid Sticky Notes

Let me start off by saying that despite not posting for almost a month, I have been having a ton of dreams.  The problem has been that I'll have one, wake up when it's over in the middle of the night, think it over, and decide that yes, I'll be able to remember this in the morning.  Then I end up waking up and not remembering it at all, or remembering one tiny detail that is useless without the rest of the dream, and so not worth writing up.

Luckily, I had two dreams last night, both of which I remember.

The first one was about and epic trip to Scotland.  But a Scotland that was located much closer to Canada than England.  Let me draw you a map.

Anyway.  I was at home and hanging out with Elliott and Gary.  We decided that we wanted to do a ten day trip to Scotland, and kind of bounce around cities and sights and maybe do a little sightseeing in Canada too.  So we plotted out a route.  Somehow though, word got out to people.  And then EVERYONE wanted to go.  Let me list just a few of the people who were involved in this dream: Kevin, Erik, some more SciOly kids (mostly just the guys), Stephanie, Sydney, Aline, Sheree, some other random SWE girls, Juliana.....and there were probably another 20 people.

Originally we (Elliott, Gary and I) were planning on just staying at hostels.  But once the millions of people decided they all wanted to come, we had to switch to hotels.  But then that got expensive, so we decided that we would camp and drive around in RVs.  So then we had to gather up camping equipment and food and stuff and pack.  But my dream skipped over this part and straight to being in Scotland.

It was night time, and time to set up the tents.  However no one wanted to do it, and so it was a pain in the butt to make people do what they were supposed to be doing.  I feel like Erik was supposed to be in charge of organizing people to set up tents, but he was too busy playing with a computer, because I remember yelling at him about being distracted.

Then, once everything was set up and people had eaten, Juliana waltzes (literally, she was dancing) in, carrying a super elaborate wedding-looking cake.  Apparently it was her birthday and she got a super fancy cake* and was bringing us (Stephanie, Sydney, Aline, Sheree, other SWE girls) the leftovers.  It was really good cake though.  Then I assume everyone slept, because the next thing I remember, we're trying to get everyone to pack things up so we can all get in the RVs and go to the next place we wanted to visit.  But then people were complaining about not knowing where to put the plates and that they lost something and couldn't find it.

It was at that point I got fed up with people and woke up.


I debated getting up for good, but I was still kind of sleepy, so I decided to go back to sleep.

In my second dream, Jake and I lived in what I assume was an apartment, although it could have been a house, because we were having other people move in with us too, we had just been the first ones to get there.  We had already set up the living room to have bookshelves EVERYWHERE, and had already put most of our books on them.  Our new roommates were Aleeza and Thomas.  In my dream, I'm pretty sure Aleeza was single and Thomas had a crush on her.  Anyway, Aleeza moved in next, and claimed her own bookshelf.  Between the three of us, we pretty much had all the shelves filled.  Then Thomas showed up** and wanted to add his books to the collection, but there wasn't an empty bookshelf for him to claim, so he was going to have to spread his out on all the bookshelves and use the empty shelves that Jake, Aleeza and I weren't using.  Then I started freaking out about what if someone gets confused and moves out and steals all my books?!?!  So then I tried to find some sticky notes to label which shelves had whose books on them, but none of the sticky notes were sticky enough, and so I finally woke up because I was angry at the sticky notes not working. :(

*The cake kind of looked like this but it was square and kind of a shimmering gold with pink flowers on it and no bow on top.

**Thomas also came with some 11x17" artwork that he wanted me to frame and put on the walls, but there was like, no wall space in this room.