So, it’s been some time since I was able to share a dream worthy of my dream blog. I have no doubt the Universe has kept us all busy over the last year, so I am hopeful you’ll forgive my absence. So, here it is, in all it’s weird glory:

I dreamt that I was down in NY for my 45th Birthday. My Aunt S was holding a huge party for me at a park down by The Pier. I arrive and hug my Aunt S and cousin W and 2nd cousin C (Girl). We had some nibbles whilst my Aunt tells me she’s planned an extravaganza in my honour.

They walk me around this huge park that looks more like an amusement park than a waterside parkette that I had been expecting. There are booths set up for caricatures, games and all sorts of foods (like a funnel cake booth, a candy apple booth, cotton candy and all sorts of terrible for you but delicious delectables).

We wander for a bit as she shows me where the main party will be held. It’s a concrete area with an odd shower stall without a door in the corner. At this point, my Aunt hands me what looks like a wedding dress but she calls it my Birthday Gown.

I ask her if I can use the shower to start getting ready. However, people are starting to arrive and I am beginning to feel very rushed to get prepared. My Aunt tells me to go ahead and use the corner shower stall. For some reason, I’m not the least bit bashful in the dream and agree to use the public shower without a door. Every time I try to get cleaned up, people come in and take away my shower items. I wash my hair and go to use the conditioner but it’s gone. The soap is gone, I’m lathered to the nth degree and people are coming in to say hi.

Frustrated, I rinse off and grab a towel. I leave the stall and go to grab my dress. But now the gown is gone, too. There are people everywhere and I am in a towel walking around asking every one about the missing gown.

Suddenly, a pilot comes by on his way to an air show in my honour. I shake his hand and he takes my left arm! I mean it just pops off like a toy’s arm at the elbow. Waving my arm in the air as if in triumph, he runs away to his craft and attaches my arm to his tail wing. At that moment, he announces he has renamed his plane to the Waverly. All the while, my hand, attached to his plane, starts to give a princess wave to the crowd.

Before I can catch him, his plane takes off. So, now I run off to find my family in hopes they can help me finish getting ready. I can’t get a comb through my crazy hair because I only have one arm and because I had no conditioner. I am also trying to hold up my towel with the only arm I have. So, I wind up alternating between towel and hair until I freak out. My Aunt tells me to go back to the shower and she will meet me there.

She meets me back at the shower stall and tells me to get back in, but there are over a hundred people around and Im not feeling up to disrobing now. With a yell, my Aunt S calls over my Aunts L & J and asks them to attack my hair while she gets me dressed. My 2nd cousin C (Boy) grabs a hockey stick and a hover board to go fetch back my arm from the pilot.

There we are, the V Ladies (this is a reference to my legal last name at birth), getting me put together bit by bit in this shower while chaos ensues around us. Some people are watching the Air Show and are in awesome of my 2nd Cousin C (Boy) chasing the pilot. Others are enthralled with a wandering group of Clowns, entertaining their way around the party.

I keep asking my Aunts about my husband and my parents. They just keep telling me “Don’t worry, they’ll be here soon! Don’t you want to look pretty when they arrive?” Well, of course I say yes and allow them to keep preening me. 2nd Cousin C (Girl) pops up out of nowhere holding the gown above her head as she makes her way through the crowd to us. Finally, I put it on.

We shuffle off to another corner of the concrete parkette and show me how I look in a full length mirror. The gown is stunning and my hair looks amazing, but for some reason, I’m wearing clown makeup and 7 inch platform shoes from a KISS concert. I’m still missing my left arm. I keep lamenting that “I really need that arm, you know. It’s kind of dear to me. Can we please get it back?”

Suddenly, 2nd Cousin C (Boy) flies overhead and drops my arm on us. It hits me in the head and knocks me out, which is when I awoke.


Sidenote:
I am sure this is a partially pandemic related dream. I’ve been landlocked in Canada since March and I truly miss my family. I also believe that in my heart and mind, I can always count on my family to be there and help me whenever they are able. I have used Letters in place of full names, as in my dream, these are my actual family members trying to help me. For the record, my Aunt S’s Hostess and Party Skills are legendary! So, in my heart, I think this was my mind reminding me of all the wonderful family members I have in my life. I am grateful.