You know how sometimes people tell you something and you know it’s going to stick with you the rest of your life. I can see me 20 years from now laughing at this story.
My friend told me today that last night she dreamed that she couldn’t sleep so she came to our house at about 1 a.m. She said she just laid down in our driveway and was petting the cats so I guess Boots was outside too. First . . we don’t have your typical smooth concrete or asphalt driveway. We have a dusty driveway made with big chips of limestone. It’s hard to even walk on and I can’t even imagine trying to lay on it.
The dream continues . . I came outside to see what she was doing. She apologized if she woke me and I told her no .. I wasn’t asleep but I saw her out there. So, I laid down in the driveway with her and we were both petting the cats. After a while, Vince came out and told her it was time for her to go home!
What’s so funny is that I could see us doing something like that . . maybe in the grass but not on the hard driveway.
Every time I’ve thought about that today, I’ve smiled.
I hardly ever remember my dreams. Maybe once a year, I’ll wake up in the night and remember a dream and think “I’m going to remember that!” The next morning, I remember thinking “I’m going to remember that” but still don’t remember the dream.
I’ve always said I don’t dream but I’ve been told we all dream but some of us don’t remember the dreams. Maybe I dream too much in the daytime so I’m all dreamed out by the time I go to bed. Even as a kid or a young adult, I don’t remember dreaming.
I did a little Google search and I found this: People who tend to remember their dreams also respond more strongly than others to hearing their name when they’re awake, new research suggests.
That’s so funny! I so often don’t respond to Vince and it makes him furious. I understand why he gets angry when I don’t respond but growing up, my parents would say our name, then say what they had to say . . like “Judy, pick up your shoes!” I never had to respond . . just do what I was told. Or they would say “Judy, what do you want for a snack?” and I would say “Dr. Pepper” and they would say NO! Seriously we never had soda growing up and then when I was in college, I’d drink a Coke and eat Oreo cookies for breakfast and now, I’d about die of thirst and hunger before I’d have a Coke or an Oreo.
Anyway . . Vince says “Judy” and I’m supposed to say “What?” and then he says “What do you want for a snack?” Why doesn’t he just say “Judy, what do you want for a snack?” So, when he says “Judy”, I usually wait for the rest of the sentence and by then he’s hollering “Why don’t you answer me when I talk to you?” I don’t consider saying my name much of “talking to you”. Usually I’m waiting for him to finish the sentence and about the time I realize . . I’m supposed to say “What?” he’s already frustrated that I’m ignoring him.
Every time he says “Judy”, I’m going to instantly say “What?” and maybe I’ll start remembering my dreams.
How’s that for a scientific experiment? Or, maybe a lesson in marital bliss?
Nelle Coursey says
If he can have selective hearing, so can you!! I will never forget the dream you told us about Mary and the chickens!!
cassews says
Hahaha ,,, As my daughters both tell me ..Mom,pick your battle. My hubs cannot hear me unless he is looking right at me. So usually I scare the crap outta him when I tap him on the shoulder.. hehehe picking my battles sure is fun sometimes !! hahahahaha
Pat says
Isn’t it funny how we all have different “buttons?” When we were first married, my husband said “I’ll think about it.” in answer to a question. When my father said “I’ll think about it,” it always meant no. So, I told my husband he was not my father and I’d do what I wanted to do! Still don’t like that phrase to this day!
dezertsuz says
That’s so funny how differently the two of you look at – ha, ha – name calling. =)
Judy H says
Two quotes come to mind: “Marry somebody you want to annoy forever.” and “Being married is like having a best friend who never listens to you.” LOL
Rebecca in SoCal says
It used to drive me crazy when the stepkids wouldn’t acknowledge something I said (I grew up at least saying OK). When I’d say “Okay?” or “did you hear me” they would grumpily get up to do something, and I’d have to explain that I didn’t mean they had to DO it that minute, just let me know they had heard me. I guess it’s all in how we are brought up.