hey y'all,
this week's collaboration (#42) over at Crazy Hip Blog Mamas is asking me to reveal my childhood dreams.
i know they don't mean the dreams we had while sleeping, but i'll tell y'all this any way. i had a recurring dream during childhood. a recurring nightmare. in the dream, i was always being chased by a round guy wearing black pants and a horizontally striped long sleeved shirt. he also wore a black hat and a black thingie tied around his eyes with slits so he could see.
i'm not sure but i think he was a character from a popular cartoon of my day. maybe someone out there knows who/what i'm talking about?
now on to the real topic of collaboration #42.
when i was a girl, i loved to play with my dolls. i loved to make clothes for them (from old socks), do their hair, let them have parties and what not. and whenever we went out and left the dolls home alone, i always had the feeling that they'd been moving around the place while we were gone. (call me crazy, but a part of me still believes this.)
although i loved playing with my dollies i also loved reading. i would read everything from the dictionary to encyclopedias to sci-fi. books took me to exciting places, some i'd never heard of. places i longed to see in real life... specifically, california.
at some point in my girlhood, my dream was to run away to california's bay area to become a hippy. (i'm still thinking about doing this by the way.)
i didn't want to go to college. i didn't want to get married. i didn't want to have children.
that changed when i was 16 or so. i still wanted to move to california but not to become a hippy. i'd been reading the want ads and thought i'd make a good stewardess. then later i decided i was still going out to california but to attend a school that trained travel agents. (an ad i'd seen in the back of one of those teen magazines, maybe my favorite, seventeen.)
and guess what y'all? when i was 18 i met a man and got sidetracked into a less-than-blissful marriage i won't talk about here. '-)
now that you've read about my childhood dreams, sleepwalk your way on over to this place to see what other crazy hip blogging mamas are saying about their childhood dreams.
as i am one of the nosiest people i know, i'm going right now. '-)
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this week's collaboration (#42) over at Crazy Hip Blog Mamas is asking me to reveal my childhood dreams.
i know they don't mean the dreams we had while sleeping, but i'll tell y'all this any way. i had a recurring dream during childhood. a recurring nightmare. in the dream, i was always being chased by a round guy wearing black pants and a horizontally striped long sleeved shirt. he also wore a black hat and a black thingie tied around his eyes with slits so he could see.
i'm not sure but i think he was a character from a popular cartoon of my day. maybe someone out there knows who/what i'm talking about?
now on to the real topic of collaboration #42.
when i was a girl, i loved to play with my dolls. i loved to make clothes for them (from old socks), do their hair, let them have parties and what not. and whenever we went out and left the dolls home alone, i always had the feeling that they'd been moving around the place while we were gone. (call me crazy, but a part of me still believes this.)
although i loved playing with my dollies i also loved reading. i would read everything from the dictionary to encyclopedias to sci-fi. books took me to exciting places, some i'd never heard of. places i longed to see in real life... specifically, california.
at some point in my girlhood, my dream was to run away to california's bay area to become a hippy. (i'm still thinking about doing this by the way.)
i didn't want to go to college. i didn't want to get married. i didn't want to have children.
that changed when i was 16 or so. i still wanted to move to california but not to become a hippy. i'd been reading the want ads and thought i'd make a good stewardess. then later i decided i was still going out to california but to attend a school that trained travel agents. (an ad i'd seen in the back of one of those teen magazines, maybe my favorite, seventeen.)
and guess what y'all? when i was 18 i met a man and got sidetracked into a less-than-blissful marriage i won't talk about here. '-)
now that you've read about my childhood dreams, sleepwalk your way on over to this place to see what other crazy hip blogging mamas are saying about their childhood dreams.
as i am one of the nosiest people i know, i'm going right now. '-)
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5 comments:
I think I totally know who you mean from your nightmare; I had the same guys in my nightmares. Mine were the burglars/bandits from the Donald Duck cartoons that were always trying to steal Uncle Scrooge's money. They had their big sacks they carried around with a $-symbol on it, and I would dream that they'd come kidnap me and carry me away in one of those sacks. Funny things, those childhood dreams...
Well, I'm pretty sure mine were the guys from Donald Duck. A little online sleuthing led me to find out they're called the Beagle Boys, but the only pictures of them have them in solid shirts, and no money bags. But that's how it was in my dreams, and I do remember them in striped shirts. So perhaps I am combining them with other characters as well? Not sure, since it was 25 or so years ago... funny the things we remember.
I'm glad to have found your blog and can't wait to read more here. Plus I'm going to have to ask you about Reiki sometime... Have a great weekend!
Hi there!
I think the guy your nightmare sounds like the *actual* Hamburglar. The outfit works, and if he stole McDonald's food that often, he should have been much more round than he appeared to be on commercials. For some reason I also think about Heckle and Jeckle in outfits like those.
Coole Mama is probably closer to right on this one, however.
P.S. I'm a big Octavia Butler fan too. And yes, the apple was very good.
My guess was the Hamburglar, too. Sounds exactly like him!
Thanks for visiting my blog. Here's to hoping your dream of having a housekeeper comes true some day! You're homeschooling AND WAH, you deserve it doubly!!
Haha, as a teenager I longed to move to California and meet Nikki Sixx, because I was SO sure he'd fall in love with me and we'd live happily ever after if we could only meet.
I did move to California (the desert, though), but unfortunately, never met Nikki. I was out there while my not-happily-ever-after was in the army.
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