Nora and Jessica's Brain Adventures

Last night I dreamt that I lost one of my pearl earrings and spent my entire dream looking for it in the most bland looking for an earring in real life but you’re dreaming it kind of way.

I’m so disappointed in my brain

Reoccurring dreams give me the willies. Its like your brain keeps trying to tell you something but you aren’t getting it.

I’ve had this brain adventure before.

In my dream, I wake up in my apartment and stumble to the kitchen to make coffee. I’m surprised to find my sink full to the brim with mossy water.  It looks like the dirtiest fish tank and I immediately wonder why I hadn’t noticed it before. I’m afraid to stick my hand in to pull the plug and when I do, a really big (like the size of a Bass) goldfish pops his head up and starts speaking to me.

He’s sort of annoyed I haven’t cleaned his water but I try to explain to him I didn’t even know he was there, to which he replies, “I’ve been here for months. You won me at a carnival.”

And then I remember.

He’s telling the truth. I won him months ago when he was just a little itty bitty guy.

I tell him I’m sorry and then I promise to take him for a walk when I’m done cleaning his sink??

I took a muscle relaxer the minute my girlfriend left for the train station today.  She had been here for 4 days and I had hardly slept during the visit. It knocked me out almost immediately and a nap turned into a 5 hour coma.

I somehow ended up in a brain adventure set in the patch of “backyard” we had in my childhood home.  Two birds I can’t identify as real were back there. The bigger one was the daddy and looked a bit like a mix of an egret and goose.  He was strong, silent and kind but frantic.  The littler bird I identified as the mother, looked more like a brown duck and she was very clearly in mourning and sang a soft and low song. They acknowledged my presence and in response to it, went to go hide their eggs from me. They seemed ashamed rather than fearful or protective.

I went to inspect their shame.  I found loads of tiny fragile speckled eggs and among them the remnants of a broken egg and the fetus of an almost ready to be hatch offspring. Its feathers wet from the inside of the egg and its body bent up into itself.  I picked up the evidence of the egg gone bad and as soon as I did the mother went to go sit on the rest with such relief. 

Then for whatever reason the dream switched to the a new frame and I find myself hunched over a bunch of rocks and scattered through them, the parents’ eggs.  Somehow they’ve been displaced and the birds were frantically searching for them in the distance.  I skillfully picked through the rocks to find the eggs and carry them back to safety, only taking breaks to wipe the sweat off my face.  

I took several trips between the rocks and the nest.  I broke a few and some were filled with blood but in relation to the eggs I saved, it was a successful mission.  

When I was bringing in the last batch, I noticed people had gathered around the nest and were cheering me on. I remember thinking the backyard was too small for all those fucking people and I was irritated they just stood by watching me do all this time sensitive work and didn’t think to lend a hand.

The second I put the last egg safely in the nest, the parent birds came running towards me while the crowd cheered and before even checking the eggs, they nussled me and squaked their gratitude. I was surprised the birds were so affectionate.

Then I woke up and while I was in the bathroom going over my dream, I noticed my period had started again for the 2nd time in 3 weeks and it was pretty heavy. 

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