Thursday, June 23, 2011
OK, so already we know that we are in dreamland because 1) I would never help anyone out with their baby on an airplane, let alone B) complement them on their kick-ass motor skills.
The airplane then morphs into some kind of cruise ship/massive flying hotel. I'm walking around and get paged to the front desk. It takes me forever to make my way there, and when I find it the clerk says "Did you hear what happened to the baby?" I did not. She informs me that the baby died suddenly, and that they think that she choked on a contact lens.
I close one eye, then the other. I am missing a contact lens.
For the rest of the trip, I hide around corners avoiding the guy, as if I'd farted in front of him or owed him money rather than killed his baby. He frankly doesn't seem all that upset. Besides, who chokes on a contact? So much for her awesome motor skills.
This is not my first contact lens-related dream. I once dreamed that it was my job to put humongous contact lenses into the eyes of a circus elephant before he performed his ice-dancing routine.
I wonder what the contact lens represents? Does anyone know how to interpret these? Am I a complete sociopath or should I just cut back on the peyote before bedtime?
Posted by Lynn at 6:40 AM