Dreams V Nightmares

Have you ever noticed that what might be just a dream for you, would be a nightmare for someone else?

The other day Sheena was telling me about a dream she had the night before.  The dream involved a wedding she went to in the summer. It was a friend's wedding. There were some similarities between the dream wedding and the real wedding. Most notably, the bride was the same.

However, in the dream version, the bride and her bridesmaids were posing for photos before the ceremony and some of the photos involved drinking the popular drink SOBE.*

That is, until tragedy struck.

Someone spilled the bride's drink all over her dress.

The drink left a stain all down one side and was most noticeable near the bottom of the dress. That is where most of the drink splashed. Sheena explained that the stain was quite large, and a brownish colour. This leads me to believe they were most likely drinking the "Honey Green Tea" flavour: which is an excellent choice.

Anyways, Sheena stepped in to help with the situation but besides buying an incredible amount of Tide-to-go pens there was not much she could offer.

And that was when I woke Sheena up abruptly ending her dream.

As you can tell, it was one of those funny, weird little dreams that seem to mean nothing. There was no psychological impact on Sheena. She woke happy except for the fact that she wanted to know how it ended.

It struck me as funny that for Sheena this was just a dream.  If something like this happened on the morning of our wedding it would have been a nightmare. I'm sure if the bride from the dream had dreamt the same thing, she would have been horrified and ensured the wedding would be a beverage free environment.

I guess what is "just a dream" for one person could be a horrifying nightmare for another.


*I'm not sure why Sobe was featured so prominently in my wife's dream. I do not believe that any portion of the dream or actually wedding was sponsored by the brand.

Bad Timing

I've never had great timing with anything.

Keep that in mind.

Recently our pastor made a comment in a sermon that "you're usually angriest when you're wrong."

Sheena wasn't in church with me at that moment, and I began wondering if, and when, I should share this information with her. 

That got me thinking. Besides the obvious answer, when they're hopping mad about being wronged, when is the worst time to tell someone, let's say your wife, that they're usually angriest when they're wrong.

Here's what I've come up with so far:

    - When they're yelling at the ref on TV, or from the stands, because he "made a bad call"

    - When I'm so wrong about something that it angers her

    - When they thought there was enough gas in the tank but are now stranded in the middle of no where

    - When you thought the cup holder would securely cradle the coffee but you forgot about the flailing foot of your toddler

    - When they thought the project would be a quick, easy, and cheap one and now wonders why there's no kitchen sink

    - When I look smug

    - When you're running in the downpour because a 20% chance of rain became 100%

    - Any time faecal matter is involved

What do you think? When would be the worst possible moment to tell someone that they're angriest when they're wrong?

My Body is Not a Smorgasbord

I was nearly eaten alive on the weekend.

By bugs of course.

I just wanted to make that clear up front.

This is what happens when you venture out into the wilderness without DEET. Fortunately, I appear to be West Nile free: at least for now.

We were told, when I was interviewing for this position, that there are no bugs here. We trusted this bit of information as it came from people who live here. Maybe we trusted this information too much. We hung our whole enjoyment of the outdoors on what we were told.

What those individuals meant to say was that there are no bugs here in Westbank, for they are all over near Lac Le Jeune an hour and a half drive away. When you go over there, you will be a snack for flying, blood thirsty, Chihuahua-sized, bugs. Some of which, I’m sure even had fangs.

These bugs will devour you.

At one point I almost headed to the hospital for stitches because my leg was covered in blood. Turned out I just squished a very full mosquito. Or was it a humming bird?

Let this be a warning to all heading out in to the wilderness near Lac Le Jeune to take bug spray. You can’t say you weren’t warned.