Friday's Stream Of Consciousness

So, I had this dream the other night that I need to psychoanalyze. Being a psychologist (on temporary hiatus and highly rusty, and maybe never quite that good at it in the first place) you'd think I'd have some better insights with this. Help!!!

So, I'm dreaming that I'm speaking to my friend M on the phone. Suddenly, my nose is stuffed up and I'm trying to blow my nose. Out of my right nostril comes a yellow parakeet. As it comes out, it reminds me of the way a child is birthed. Then, realizing my other nostril is feeling plugged up as well, I figure there is probably a bird in there too. This parakeet is blue and I have a harder time getting it out. I'm pushing and blowing and unlike the yellow bird that came out smoothly and unruffled, the blue one is kinda stuck and when it does become dislodged, it looks a bit bedraggled and maimed. Then, I wake up and think about this dream all day.

So, WTF???? That's my question.

And speaking of WTF, why is Jack Black guest staring on Yo Gabba Gabba and what the heck is this weird, trippy show anyway? (If your kids are over 5, you likely have no clue what I'm talking about and are a better person for it).

Okay, so birds symbolize one's thoughts and perhaps spirituality. To dream of a FLYING bird is freedom of the spiritual and psychological... joy, harmony, love and balance. A transcending soul. A release of our own emotional/psychic energy. So, um, what does it mean when its trapped up your nose like a ball of snot?

Now this, I had to google: A parakeet is apparently the symbol of 'a message being conveyed to you, like from your unconscious mind to your conscious mind.' (Cue the supernatural music). Okay, as corny and horoscopy as that is, it actually does make sense in the context of where I am in my life. This makes even more sense given the person I was speaking with on the phone and our conversations that we have in respect to the spiritual. Wow, am I actually getting all deep on my blog? This is really freaky. Stinkin' dumb parakeets are messing with my MIND!!!

And there's Tink's little butt crack. Hi there, crack! Tink loves to be naked. Allllllways. Often she likes to wear dress up heels while buck. These are the things that make a mother take pause...

Perhaps my dream really symbolized that I have a bad head cold. Or, as my friend J offered, a warning NOT to get a pet. Or perhaps I'm processing the time Tink shoved sofa cushion 'batting' up her nose and for 7 months had the worst breath known to man (Yes, it took me that long to recognize that perhaps a toddler with sudden onset, chronic halitosis might indeed have some foreign body rotting in her sinuses.)

I am just so deeply intriguing. Aren't I? Such a deep, complex, layered person. I'm an onion.

And there's that crack again.

Happy Friday, and pleasant dreams. May they be free of parakeets birthing outcha snoz.