Friday, September 14, 2007
A Different Kind Of Dream
I remember when the children were really little how they changed the nature of my dreams. Not dreams as in "hopes and dreams," but rather night time dreams. I used to dream about forgetting where I left one. Any mom can relate to that one, I'm sure. When we were planning to adopt our first, I kept dreaming that I'd found a litter of puppies. I was always leaving a baby on the bus or suddenly remembering that I had children while going about my business. These were disturbing dreams - a reflection of the anxiety caused by the weighty responsibilities of parenthood.
Right now, I'm wrapping up the paperwork from one show, helping a little bit to prepare for another show, and trying to fit in home school, chiropractic visits, dance lessons, family night, making arrangements for Convention, and everything else with preparing my own rabbits and "stuff" for a show tomorrow and the educational clinic/check-in time this evening.
I hate it, but I didn't get a chance to even look over the rabbits I entered. I hope they look as good as I remember them. Well, as long as I'm wishing, I hope they are better than I remembered!
Well, apparently all of this balancing act is affecting my dreams again. Here's what I remember of my dreams from last night:
The first thing I remember is seeing friends I haven't seen in a while. That was great. We were chatting and talking about the upcoming show when I mentioned that I used to like a particular judge very well, but as I learned more and more about Hollands, I liked his judging less. Suddenly everyone was staring at me. I refocused behind their shoulders to see the judge sitting there! The look on his face told me there was no use in trying to recover or rephrase. Talk about an uncomfortable moment!
Then I found myself visiting with Gary & Susan Smith. They had taken a room near the show and had their rabbits there. They were all sitting around on the furniture like glass trinkets, in perfect fur, all broken does, with the cutest faces you've ever seen. The ends of their ears curled up a bit like someone had given each of them a fancy hairdo. You half expected a little bow on the top of their heads and they each smiled sweetly as you looked upon them.
I was thinking, "you just can't beat that on the table!"
Suddenly I was back in the showroom. I still had my Flemish (or something large like them) and had entered them as juniors when they should have been intermediates. I discovered that when someone else had made the same mistake. Instead of putting them in judging coops, though, we were trying to line the rabbits up in a row of plastic chairs. They all looked alike, so I was picking up large rabbit after large rabbit, only to find that the ear number was wrong.
Later, it was time for the Hollands and some of the exhibitors were missing. Actually, some big Holland breeders had come and brought other breeds instead. One was trying to show in youth. We kept hearing their names called on the PA system. It was strange.
Of course, all of the paperwork was messed up (probably the reason that those other breeders kept being called to the wrong tables) and again we were lining up rabbits on tables and chairs because there were no judging coops. There were rabbits everywhere, wall to wall.
Do you think that has anything to do with the pajamas I bought Lydia last night - the ones with bunnies all over them? Hmmmmm.
There seems to have been more to the dream, but that's all that I can remember. I know that a lot of the dream is caused by the anxiety of trying to get everything done well and on time. I guess I can be glad that I didn't also lose one of my children during this dream. And I never tried to dial a phone number that I can't remember or press the right buttons for (I hate that dream). Still, I can't say that I woke up feeling refreshed and well rested!
I suppose the positive side is that the real show is not likely to be anything like my dream. You can be sure that I won't be announcing my evaluations of judges aloud and I can depend on the fact that we will be using judging coops!
Laurie ¶ 6:51 AM
Right now, I'm wrapping up the paperwork from one show, helping a little bit to prepare for another show, and trying to fit in home school, chiropractic visits, dance lessons, family night, making arrangements for Convention, and everything else with preparing my own rabbits and "stuff" for a show tomorrow and the educational clinic/check-in time this evening.
I hate it, but I didn't get a chance to even look over the rabbits I entered. I hope they look as good as I remember them. Well, as long as I'm wishing, I hope they are better than I remembered!
Well, apparently all of this balancing act is affecting my dreams again. Here's what I remember of my dreams from last night:
The first thing I remember is seeing friends I haven't seen in a while. That was great. We were chatting and talking about the upcoming show when I mentioned that I used to like a particular judge very well, but as I learned more and more about Hollands, I liked his judging less. Suddenly everyone was staring at me. I refocused behind their shoulders to see the judge sitting there! The look on his face told me there was no use in trying to recover or rephrase. Talk about an uncomfortable moment!
Then I found myself visiting with Gary & Susan Smith. They had taken a room near the show and had their rabbits there. They were all sitting around on the furniture like glass trinkets, in perfect fur, all broken does, with the cutest faces you've ever seen. The ends of their ears curled up a bit like someone had given each of them a fancy hairdo. You half expected a little bow on the top of their heads and they each smiled sweetly as you looked upon them.
I was thinking, "you just can't beat that on the table!"
Suddenly I was back in the showroom. I still had my Flemish (or something large like them) and had entered them as juniors when they should have been intermediates. I discovered that when someone else had made the same mistake. Instead of putting them in judging coops, though, we were trying to line the rabbits up in a row of plastic chairs. They all looked alike, so I was picking up large rabbit after large rabbit, only to find that the ear number was wrong.
Later, it was time for the Hollands and some of the exhibitors were missing. Actually, some big Holland breeders had come and brought other breeds instead. One was trying to show in youth. We kept hearing their names called on the PA system. It was strange.
Of course, all of the paperwork was messed up (probably the reason that those other breeders kept being called to the wrong tables) and again we were lining up rabbits on tables and chairs because there were no judging coops. There were rabbits everywhere, wall to wall.
Do you think that has anything to do with the pajamas I bought Lydia last night - the ones with bunnies all over them? Hmmmmm.
There seems to have been more to the dream, but that's all that I can remember. I know that a lot of the dream is caused by the anxiety of trying to get everything done well and on time. I guess I can be glad that I didn't also lose one of my children during this dream. And I never tried to dial a phone number that I can't remember or press the right buttons for (I hate that dream). Still, I can't say that I woke up feeling refreshed and well rested!
I suppose the positive side is that the real show is not likely to be anything like my dream. You can be sure that I won't be announcing my evaluations of judges aloud and I can depend on the fact that we will be using judging coops!
Laurie ¶ 6:51 AM
