Monday, April 25, 2011

Dreaming and Spitting?

When I am really tired I tend to do things in my sleep that might seem a little crazy.  I'm not sure why these things only when I'm completely exhausted, but that's just the way I am I guess.

So, let me start from the beginning...

When I was in high school I played softball up until my senior year and quit to play soccer because I loved the girls that played soccer and I knew I had a better chance to get a soccer scholarship to Freed than a softball scholarship.  Also, my sister played soccer at Freed and I really wanted to play on the same team as her.  Anyway (don't know why I gave you all those details), I am very much a tom boy and anytime I'm out on the field or really even outside I tend to spit...a lot.  Well, in this particular dream I'm on either the softball or soccer field and I'm spitting right before some action happens.  I wake up to find myself sitting up, leaned over my legs, as a big spit wad is falling out of my mouth.  I woke up just in time to suck it back up before it hit the sheets.  Gross right!!

My sister L.O.V.E.S. that story!!  Anytime we are with a group of people she always wants me to tell that story.  Well, here is the newest one that she will make me tell over and over again I'm sure...

Every morning and every night, just like any other person, I brush my teeth.  Of course there are times during the day that I might get a little dental action in, but those are the main times.  I'm not sure which time of day this dream was actually taking place, but what I was doing was brushing my teeth.  Just like anything else we do, there is a system to the way we brush our teeth.  I put my right leg into my pants first and then my left.  I usually put my left shoe on before my right shoe.  I always start brushing my teeth on the bottom left and then continue in the muscle memory that I know as brushing my teeth.  It felt so real.  I could feel the bristles of the toothbrush running against my teeth.  I could taste the toothpaste on my tongue.  I finished my cycle and went to spit, but it didn't go in the sink it rolled down the side of my left cheek...and then...I woke up with spit rolling down the side of my left cheek.  I rubbed it off and instantly thought, 'man is my sister gonna love this one.'

What's the deal??  Thank goodness I never dream about being in one of those old movies where spitting in people's faces is a sign of disrespect, not that it's not a sign today, but it always seems to be in old movies (I think).  If that does happen...Poor Gary!!!  Maybe he won't wake up and I'll have time to get the spit off of his face because it seems that once I spit I wake up :)

Happy spitting,


BB Writes said...

Haha! I just laughed out loud! This is hilarious. I have similar stories, except I don't spit...I pee. Yep. I think the last time it happened was in late middle school. It is a miserable feeling. But funny, nonetheless. :) I enjoyed this a lot. I miss you! <3

Juliane McCorkle said...

Haha! That's hilarious!