Dreamscape: Let's Drive Where?

Wednesday evening, I dreamt of a bus ride.

A semi-decrepit old lady with a jet black, short pixie-style haircut

Stretched her skinny, wrinkly, turkey-neck arms out to steer that greatbighuge tour bus's steering wheel. 

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Italy. Just for the weekend." She answered.

I was never good with geography.

All I know is that Chicago is in Illinois. 

And South Africa is somewhere... south. 

But if I'm not mistaken...

Isn't there a whole lotta non-bus-accessible water between here and there?

Granny gave me deafening silence, in return. 

So I spent the trip french-braiding a girl's hair. 

Which was in itself weird, because I only did one single braid.

Diagonal, from the top right, to the bottom left. 

Why is this lady whipping these corners around the mountain so hard?

I... am frightened.

The last corner she cut hard, nearly sending us over a cliff...

Then I woke up. Sweating.

Meep Meep! Step on it lady! I'm tryna get to Bologna!

Dreamscape: Bling. Thanks, but No.

Two nights ago after a late night fish-oil tablet, I had a vivid dream...

As I always do after a fish-oil tablet.

I think the havoc it creates in my pores makes my mind move a million-miles-per-minute.

So I broke down, broke tradition, gave the man I thought I loved a double-diamond ring.

Two round faceted stones, diagonally stacked sideways

Like a lounging snowman.

Maybe that was some subconscious thing... 'snowman'. Don't know.

I flipped the box open and presented the ring. I proposed.

He took the ring, put it on and flailed his fingers.

Without having answered my proposal.

Then he extended his elbow and I grasped his arm like a good

Maybe-probably wife.

From there he took me 'round town.

Flaunted me in front of all his friends.

Lookit! I'm a trophy fiancee! I blushed.

He told me..

"The answer is NO, by the way."

Ummm... You might wanna give that back, homey.

Devoured

Love was Delicious.

It wrapped itself around my skin 

And enveloped me in warmth.

Love was Delicious.

Then I ate it and shat it out. 

Blah.