In which I dream of driving naked...

On a recent dream...

Sometime in the last few weeks (I don’t remember which night, time is irrelevant as all days, hours, minutes blend together as they quickly come and fade away immediately. One may even say it’s “wibbly wobbly, timey wimey”) I dreamt that I was driving my car through a town. While I was driving, I took off my shirt and proceeded to drive through this town without a top, my body on display for everyone to see without a single feeling of shame, embarrassment, or self-consciousness. 

I was proud. I felt beautiful. I let it all free. 

The website dreammoods.com offers several interpretations for the symbolism of nudity occurring in a dream that depend on the context and feelings associated with it. In this case, “it symbolizes your unrestricted freedom. You have nothing to hide and are proud of who you are. The dream is about a new sense of honesty, openness, and a carefree nature.” 

As far as the symbolism for driving goes it says it “signifies your life's journey and your path in life. The dream is telling of how you are moving and navigating through life.”

I passed many people on this drive. Old people, rich people, poor people, super-model quality people, average people, men, women, children, many different types of people who reacted in many different ways to my over the top display of pride and beauty. 

There were old women who scoffed at my feminist display because they felt that I was not “prim & proper” like a woman “should” be.

There were pretentious young women who had the super-model bodies who tried to shame me because I didn’t fit their cookie cutter mold of “beauty.”

There were men; some who catcalled and found me attractive, some who shared the same views of the skinny women.

There were people who told me to cover up, who told me I was fat, who averted their eyes because they thought I was hideous because I’m not the women they are bombarded with in the media. I fed off the energy of these people. I didn’t let them bring me down; instead I smiled real big and waved to them even harder.

There was a group of women who cheered me on and joined me to drive topless through the streets and start a revolution. I’ve never seen so many boobs in one dream until this dream (and I’ve had my fair share of lady-fantasy dreams (especially after seeing Black Swan)) and it was magnificent. Not because it was about boobs in a sexy way, but because it was about a group of people banding together to bare everything, defy society, and start a revolution. 

It was natural. It was liberating. It was rebellious.

I woke up with a swagger and confidence. I spent the morning getting ready for work by dancing, naked, through my house with no one around to see. I put my big girl pants on (both literally (unfortunately) and metaphorically) and head out to carpe the mfing diem. 

So basically, it sounds like my life is headed in a very carefree direction of which I am proud? 

Getting back into it.

By "it" I mean blogging.
I've abandoned this thing for far too long and I miss writing of all kinds terribly.

Since I've been gone:
-I've been working (too much for too little) as a server. It's terrible. I hate it (more on that in due time).
-Jude's now 4, in preschool, intelligent (as always), adorable AND cute (in his words), sassy, fiercely independent, and generally all around amazing (though he does have his moments, especially lately).
-I've found a man who more than likes me (and Jude too!) and is, in my opinion, handsome, wonderful, talented, and makes me feel more optimistic about life, the universe, and everything (more on him eventually, I think he's kind of a big deal).
-I've graduated college. I officially have a B.A. in Psychology (and an asston of student loan debt to look forward to).
-I've moved out of my parents house into my own, rented, humble abode.
-I've come accustom to relying too heavily on the camera on my cell phone and have incidentally misplaced my actual camera and therefore do not properly visually document anything anymore.

That's basically it. I've been too caught up in life and the twists & turns it has had in store to write (lame excuse, I know).

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I've been MIA...

My computer crashed and died a couple weeks ago. So very inconveniently, it was the weekend before finals started. It's running again now because I got a new hard drive thanks to it still being under warranty, but all my files are gone. My pictures and videos of Jude? All freakin' gone because I didn't have a chance to back them up recently enough before it crashed. So that's a pretty big bummer, but luckily, I have the ones that I shared on here and on facebook still.
Easter happened, it was filled with candy, family, and good times.

Jude's basket. His bunny was replaced by a chocolate one by his gran. Underneath the big green playsilk were some watercolor paints and a brush, sidewalk chalk, and shaky eggs.

He was so excited!

He loves his playsilks!

In other news; I bought a banjo, went to a Reverend Horton Heat concert (and hit up the merch table for a couple records), I only have one final left this Tuesday, so far my grades are fairly good (a B- & a B+), and I'm a psychology major.

Oh! And Happy Beltaine!

Have you heard?

About the newest household member? Kesey Comma Ken? He's been here a few weeks already, but I've been busy.

Toddler fingers get in the way.

This one makes me laugh. We tried to take a serious picture then the puppy stole Jude's cracker and my mum caught all the middle stuff on camera.

Finally, a good one that he posed for!

My UPS man has impeccable timing.

The delivery man came just in the nick of time when he delivered Jude's brand new rain boots! I was looking for a pair of shoes that I didn't mind him getting muddy in the mud-pit that is my back yard (thanks to the dogs) so we could go out and play.

Check out his rain boots!

Flowers have begun flowering in the backyard!

Giving the gnomie (his new favorite word/thing) kisses, or plotting with him.

Smelling the flowers, which smelled yucky (another new favorite word).

Springtime Egg Painting

I was walking around Michael's a couple weeks ago thinking to myself "what's a good springtime craft for Jude?" Then I saw a whole bunch of wooden eggs and bought 5 of them. I brought them home, painted them all white and decided to put 4 away for the future and let Jude do just one. It's our new tradition, every year he'll get to paint an egg. He had a blast doing it this year of course because he loves painting and getting messy.

p.s. Happy 100th post to me!