Last night I had a dream that I was a pirate. But, I wasn’t a very good one. Okay, here’s the dream. I was a pirate and I was wearing a long white dress and no shoes. (Again I’m dreaming I’m not wearing shoes? I know the importance of proper footwear! Maybe my feet are wanting to be naked more often.) Those of you who know me, know that I am not a girly girl and in fact don’t even own a dress. The reason, in my dream anyway, that I was wearing a dress and worrying about how I looked was because what I really wanted to be was a Fairy Princess. I don’t even know what the proper definition of “Fairy Princess” is, but that’s what I wanted to be, not a pirate.
Anyway, there was the captain who wore a blue coat and the first mate who was a blue teddy bear (I believe he is an incarnation of a teddy bear named Bluey that my grandma crocheted for my little brother over 30 years ago). He was sweet as all get out but in my dream he was as dumb as a post. Poor captain to have such a lousy crew. While the captain sailed the boat, the first mate and I wandered the ship pulling on random ropes and saying “aye” a lot. After a while, the sea got stormy and the ship started taking on water. We were sinking. (What are you sinking about?)
The first mate and I started trying to rescue things. The captain wanted us to get things like the gold booty we’d pillaged, but instead I was rescuing things like the dishes and snow globes. I was mostly worried because I knew we should have stopped at Home Depot to get some wood and nails and just repaired the ship instead of trying to sail all the way home with a big hole in the boat.
I think I had this dream because I am neither one. I’m not a pirate nor a fairy princess. I think that’s pretty much a summary of my last post: “Maaike…if you were a girl…” I can’t seem to find the world I fit in.
I guess I’ll have to make my own. Anyone want to join me?