Weirdest. Epic. Dream. Ever.

Last night, at about 11pm, I ate some pickles. I stayed up until about 3:30 am working on my first assignment for Redfish (the BC program) and then slept for about 5 1/2 hours and experienced one of the strangest dreams.

I had an arranged marriage to a somewhat older man in an, what I can assume to be, European country which was undergoing tumultuous times. After walking through the subway/airport with almost everyone I know, I end up at "our house" with three other women who were fugitives. I let them hide in the shadows of our living room while I wait to meet my husband for the first time. He walks in with my mother. Since I wanted to make a good first impression and make this marriage work, I run to the door to greet him and hug him - to the disapproval of my mother who states that I "barely know him." He seemed nice enough, but we did not have time to talk as we had guests and we were busy serving them chai. He did have time, however, to tell me to hide our collection of light blue scrabble pieces as they were evidence that he supported the socialist Kurleshov Regime before it was toppled in this fictional country. (where the hell do I get this crap???)
Anyways, one of our guests stumble upon it, and asks me what it is. Thinking quickly, I tell him that it is part of our scrabble game. Our guest tells me that he too, is interested in scrabble but never got pieces like that. So I tell him that my husband and I bought it many years ago in a special edition scrabble game. This satisfies our guest and he leaves.
After some time, my husband comes to me and asks me to do him a favour while he goes to work; I have to take some paper, wrap it around the scrabble piece and chew on it outside and then spit it out in a garbage can in front of his friend's store. His friend will allow me to do this because he is, as said before, a friend. It will also serve as an alibi since I apparently go shopping at that store every day. My husband states that we have to get rid of these pieces slowly and one by one so that soon we can be free!
As I start chewing on the piece, some women walk into my room and tell me they are sent by the state to search for scrabble pieces. They also inform me that they are disguised as a cleaning services so I do not have to worry, they will clean the house for me. I act nonchalant and let them proceed with their business as I slowly leave. As I walk down the stairs to leave for my "mission", I hear my husband stamping his foot three times and I see him sitting in a chair, surrounded by government officials searching for the pieces. We make brief eye contact and have a silent exchange; I know I will never see him again and that he wants me to escape. I go to the door and try to get my shoes on but have a lot of difficulty. As I try to twist my foot into my second shoe, I wake up.

Is that a screwed up dream or what? I'm so going to have pickles tonight and see what happens!

Stay tuned for pics from my zoo trip with Melissa!

Love,
Salimah