Dreams Rebekah

Dreams

I don't dream too much. Well, I don't think I do. I've heard that people over the age of ten dream four to six times per night. I couldn't tell you if this is true or not, but for me, I certainly don't remember having four to six dreams in the past six months let alone in one night. Whenever the subject of dreams comes up, invariably someone mentions the meaning behind dreams and then the conversation shifts to the retelling of past dreams, each more wild and strange than the last with all participants prescribing meaning to various parts of the dreams. I've heard adamant belief that all dreams have meaning and some type of knowledge to impart to the dreamer, while others simply enjoy sharing remembered dreams as passing entertainment. If pressed, I'd probably render the opinion that some dreams have meaning to some people, and other dreams are your psyche sorting through thoughts and stimuli from the day. I can't ever remember having a dream that led to greater personal insight or led me to some 'ah ha' moment, but on the flip side, I do know that I am the product of a dream. My dad, before he was my dad, dreamed a dream. He and his then fiance were deciding on a date to be married, April or August. When he woke from the dream that he dreamed, my (almost) dad came away with a knowing that if he did not marry in April, his first child would not be born to him. They married in April and here I am. 

Though the dreams I do remember have no discernible meaning or purpose to me, sharing dreams is fun. My best friend and I  share our dreams when remembered and we usually have a good laugh, sometimes try to find an absurd meaning, and then we laugh some more. 

I found myself sharing a sort of waking dream/fantasy/daydream with my family the other night at dinner. No particular reason did I feel that any of my family members needed to know anything about this particular dream/fantasy. It just sort of fell out of my mouth, during a lull in conversation. I got a good laugh, so here I am, sharing it again, for no particular reason. 

Here is my dream:

I won ten 2013 Super Bowl tickets to the San Francisco 49ers and Baltimore Ravens game from Visa (because Visa is cool like that.) I invited my best friend, Jennie and her husband Peter. I then posted an announcement on Facebook (the online social networking tool where I am connected to 400+ individuals that I know through college, mission, church, and other.) The announcement I posted to my 400+ connections was something like "I have won 10 tickets to the Super Bowl to be held in New Orleans Feb 3rd. There are 7 available tickets. You may submit proposals to me if you are interested in attending. Decisions to award tickets will be based partially on spiffy proposals and partially on how much I like you. You may email, mail, or post your proposal. Ready, go!)  

On game day, I was interviewed by a reporter with a Visa rep in attendance. The reporter asked who I had invited, and I explained that I had invited my best friend. I joked that it was funny, and (perhaps ironic?) that my best friend is from Maryland, and that I am from the Bay Area. The reporter asked who we were each rooting for, and I explained my adamant support of the 49ers and that Jennie would be rooting for the Ravens. I had a half smile when I finished my thought, that we would see if we were still friends after the game. 

That's it. That's my dream. I should add that because I really like my grandma, she would be a shoe-in for the game.