On the outside, I try to project an image of having it all together. But underneath that, I'm kind of a disaster. Hence... the name of the site: GlossyVeneer. I had a dream the other night.
That statement alone is odd enough. Or at least if I alter it to say “I had a dream the other night that I actually remember.” Because that rarely happens.
***
I was riding a bus. A Greyhound-type bus on a long trip on freeways, not a city bus. The bus was pretty full, so I had to sit down next to a stranger on the bus. That stranger was my husband.
So I met my husband on a dirty, nasty bus? Why were we on a bus? Where were we going?
I was wearing a ruffled skirt straight out of the 80′s with my hair in a crimped ponytail on the side of my head. And my husband was wearing a wife beater and a jean jacket.
Um… more weirdness.
We started talking on the bus and really hit it off. The bus came to a stop and we got off the bus together.
This dream is really lacking details. I never said I was GOOD at dreaming. Just the fact that I’ve got these details is unique. I usually have one dream with details I remember each year.
***
When I told my husband about the dream he nodded, “I could rock the wife beater and jean jacket look. Were you wearing LA Gears?”
I didn’t think I was, but I have no recollection of shoes from the dream. To this he replied, “There’s no way I would have hit on you in my jean jacket if you didn’t have on LA Gears.”
