A Very Curly Interruption

Okay, some background info is required to facilitate better understanding of this dream. Think of it as information given in the spirit of Valentine's Day. (Which was actually really fun this year, even without a Valentine. And I'm not just saying that to sound happy so that people will like me more.)

I've "officially" dated 3 guys in my short lifetime. There tends to be one distinct trend between them - curly hair. It's my ultimate weakness. Ex-Boyfriend, (the original Boyfriend) had curly, blonde, Napoleon Dynamite-esque hair. Prom Date Boyfriend was black, and while his hair was pretty short when we were dating, it still did it for me. Then third boyfriend, my summer fling, whom I believe I've referred to in the past as "Curly," has, as my nickname may suggest, deliciously curly brown hair. (There was also a kissing incident with a carnival worker last summer who had curly black hair, but that stays off the record.)

Now that you have what I'm sure is far more background information than is truly relevant to the dream, here goes.

While this dream was rather crazy and focused more on my general insanity than anything else, for some unknown reason it was centered around my most recent ex, Curly. I don't harbor any resentments towards any of my exes, but they tend to occasionally pop up in my dreams. It may have something to do with the fact that I found an actor in an ancient re-run of "Degrassi" who had amazing hair and it got me thinking about curly-haired boys. (That's him in the picture.)

The first thing I remember from the dream is that I've been hired by Curly's mother to help her with office-y things in her home office. I'm desperate enough for cash that I took the job even though it promised awkwardness if Curly showed up. Which was pretty likely, because it was in his house.

Understandably, I was fairly high-strung as I was working with Mrs. Curly, expecting my ex to show up at any given time and be really creeped out by the fact that I was in his house. Thankfully, according to Mrs. Curly, he was at an all-day rehearsal for the upcoming musical at the high school.

Things with Mrs. Curly were weird. Not only was I in my sad, post-college funk still (which, by the way, I'm finally out of) and she had changed drastically as well. She was acting rather depressed and saying things that didn't quite make sense and were too personal to be sharing with her son's ex. For example, she told me that Mr. Curly was gone, implying that he had either left them or had died, I couldn't figure out which. She acted pretty cold towards me, which I guess is kind of understandable for, maybe, one of Curly's friends or something, but not an adult.

Anyway, we working all evening in the home office and I kept trying get away because I was sure Curly would be showing up soon.

It kind of blurred together if this was in the same evening or the next day, but I was in his house working again and there was some kind of family party going on that evening, so I was especially anxious to leave early. Curly still didn't know his mother had hired me.

I was finally on my way out, by way of the basement. (I know what Curly's basement looks like in real life, but in this case it was rather large, tile floors, and there was either a stage or bleachers down there, I don't remember which.) Probably the most prominent (and worrisome) feature of the basement was a large, flat red box mounted on the wall that someone explained to me was a bomb. (No idea why there was a bomb in Curly's basement.)

There were some people milling around, but no one I'd ever met. I was so, so close to getting out, when Curly and his new girlfriend walked in the door on the other side of the room. I ducked down and scrambled to the door close to me, hoping he wouldn't notice me.

But of course, he did.

I don't remember what we said to each other, I just remember that the whole time we were having our awkward run-in, the new girlfriend was attached to his hip.

After leaving Curly's house, I ended up in a surreal, futuristic bookstore with a friend who I had a falling-out with and haven't spoken to in a while.


There were these pod-things that kind of reminded me of the teacup ride and the cars from the Haunted Mansion ride at Disney World. They weren't on any kind of track, they were just floating around in the giant, beautiful bookstore. When I first woke up I could distinctly remember the titles of a few different books I had picked out.

If I had blogged this about six hours ago, I'm sure I would've remembered all of the details way better. At this point, I vaguely remember something about a neighbor, a dog, walking to a Subway restaurant with this girl, Linda, who I used to know (by know I mean hate) from church. And something about cupcakes... anyway, this dream was way more interesting when I woke up and I now apologize for this extraordinarily dull post this I'm going to be putting up anyway.