Musing on My Lunch Break

Here's a quick, funny post that I'm doing on my lunch break.

On the recommendation of Crazy Sister #3, I purchased a Pilates DVD featuring the stellar instruction of Ana Caban. I feel really good today, though my abs are a bit sore. But that's not the point. Definitely not the funny point.

I did the whole session right before bed last night, which actually worked out really well. I think all the deep-breathing induced a deep peace and relaxation and I fell asleep right away and slept HARD. The crazy thing is that I had the most bizarre dreams! Now, crazy dreams are nothing new to me, but these were exceptionally strange. To enhance the humor of this, I have to share that when I was visiting #3 in D.C. back in April, I had a dream that I was having an affair with the detective from Law and Order: Criminal Intent. I don't know his name on the show (Danny??), but it's the guy who played Thor/Mr. Dawson in Adventures in Babysitting. In the dream, we didn't actually do anything. It was just one of those situations where I knew I was having an affair. Weird, right?

Okay, so last night I dreamt that I was having an affair with another detective, only this time it was from Law and Order: SVU. It wasn't one of the cute detectives...I can't remember his name on the show (Munch? Muench? Something like that.), but it's the older guy with the gray hair and glasses. He tends to be pretty sarcastic and mouthy on the show. Not my favorite character, but whatever. My mind was working overtime, I guess, and I would also guess it's fixated on Law and Order because those are pretty much the only shows I watch. It was the same as the dream I had about the other detective, but this time, I kept kissing him. I was aware that I was dreaming and kept asking myself, "Why aren't you waking yourself up? You shouldn't be kissing this man!" FYI: He did kiss good for an old guy. I know, I know. Eeeeew. TMI.

Anyhow, I woke up from the dream, very puzzled and feeling naughty (and a little dirty, too), but I ended up going back to sleep. Now here's the REALLY crazy part. I had another dream--but I didn't realize I was dreaming at the time--that I actually met the gray-haired detective in real life and he came up to me and said, "Hey, I had a dream about you last and we were kissing!" And I said, "Yeah, I know. I was there." And he kissed me again!

Bizarre beyond any words, right? I woke up this morning and was just laying in bed, trying to figure out what's going on in this little brain of mine. Now, I've always had a thing for a man in uniform, but ironically enough, these guys don't wear uniforms.

Being the therapist and sometimes-dream-analyst that I am, I think these two detectives are possibly representing parts of myself, or at the very least, representing parts of myself that I'd rather ignore. Like Mr. Sarcastic giving me a wild kiss--like trying to stop the sarcasm that usually flows freely my mouth??

Any thoughts?