So, writing about my dreams is a really big deal, and it is really hard for me because of how personal they are.  I rarely remember my dreams, and when I do, they involve people that are really important to me, so I try to keep them in my own mind instead of sharing them with the world.  Because of that, I’m not going to give a lot of details about my dream… it just has too much personal meaning for me to share everything.

Also, my dreams are really boring in comparison to the ones that other people have written about.  I don’t remember dreams that have anything fanciful or mythological in them… they’re just about my life and the people that matter to me.  But the one that I had, literally right after we got this assignment, was funny in my opinion.

I grew up in Denver, in a very urban setting, and my friend has given me grief for three years about moving to Montana.  So in my dream, I was walking out of my building and he was standing there… in full cowboy get up, thinking that he would fit in.  It’s hilarious because his normal outfit for a day is a plain t-shirt and jeans, with sandals.  And he just looked mortified when he saw more people in snow gear than cowboy attire.  It was really funny because I made him go to SOB and attempt to learn how to dance, and he got really annoyed because he grew up break dancing.  By the time that he “left” Montana, he had completely rescinded all of his comments about my choice of college and I just stood there laughing as he drove away.

In all honesty, it probably isn’t a good story at all… but it actually ended up being really significant for me for a couple of reasons: I was actually able to remember a dream when I needed to; and it made me smile because, even though it was a dream, it offered some of the reassurance that I needed about decisions that I’ve made.