Full. Fueled. Fab.

Last night while I slept, as I walked through my dream environment (a fictional Washington D.C.) doing my dream activities (visiting one of the lesser known Smithsonian museums – again, fictional – The Dutch Art Museum), I began composing a blog entry.  The Ruth in the dream thought about how she couldn’t wait to get home and blog all about every detail of the whole experience.  She planned to write, If you’ve got 2 – no make it 3 – days in D.C., if you’ve already made time to see all of the other amazing sites on the Mall, on the 3rd day, visit the Dutch Art Museum.”

In the dream, there was an incredibly popular (read: crowded) exhibit by a contemporary artist.  I wanted to take time to enjoy the show, but first I needed to find a restroom. I had to go to the end of the meandering exhibit, navigating around the too slowly wandering tourists, to reach the ladies room. Once there, I was appalled to see that there were no stalls, just rows of toilets side by side as close together as movie seats.  I kept searching, row after row, to find an available clean place that would offer at least a little bit of privacy. It was exhausting.

Throughout the whole process, Dream Ruth mentally designed her next blog post. She chose this picture – the full gas tank – rationalizing that it would be a good shot to use because 90% of the experience was spent with a full bladder. Hmm. Oh-kay.  

The last several nights, I’ve had really tedious dreams. Work dreams. Ugh. And now this. Even on vacation in one of her favorite cities, Dream Ruth finds stressful situations. It’s been a relief to wake up. Which makes me realize how lucky I am. My sleeping hours have fatigued me into remembering that my real life is pretty fabulous.    

Take the full gas tank shot for example. I originally snapped it weeks ago, joyfully excited to share with everyone about how lucky I felt because Andy has made a habit of filling up the gas tank each time he takes the car out. The sweet part about this is that we are a one auto household.  Andy gets to work by bus and only drives the Jeep every other week or so when he goes to get fresh bagels on Saturday morning. Pretty fabulous, huh?  Pretty, pretty fabulous.   

3 thoughts on “Full. Fueled. Fab.

  1. dreammoods.com says:

    To see gasoline in your dream, represents energy and spirituality. Thus to dream that you run out of gas, suggests that you are wearing yourself out. Take a time out.
    To dream that you are filling your car with gasoline, symbolizes your need to take better care of your Self. You need to be revitalized.

    To see a toilet in your dream, symbolizes a release of emotions or getting rid of something in your life that is useless. If you are cleaning the toilet, then it means that you are starting to shed your shell or lose your inhibitions.

    To dream that you have no privacy, suggests that you are feeling exposed and unprotected. What are you trying to hide? Alternatively, it indicates that you are repressing your emotions and not allowing them to be fully expressed. You are worried that others will see the real you and criticize you.

  2. I think your dream means that you haven’t been blogging enough, you’ve been keeping all those thoughts inside instead of sharing them with blogland….maybe?

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