Ms Fifikins

I have a bug. I think I caught it earlier in the year. And now, although I love green, I am like a rolling stone that gathers no moss. I am a traveller.

I suppose it is that time of year, time to reflect and time to resolve. Time to think of plans. Really I’m not sure why because next week will still be next week even if it is next year. But I still find myself dreaming of the places I want to visit. So I thought I would create a list. Some of the places I want to visit with the kids, some with MIML™, some with MIML™ and the kids and I suspect some even by myself! I know, shock of shocks, I have learnt to value me time!

Here goes…

1. Japan. It is the place MIML™ and I have talked of visitng next!
2. New Zealand. Perhaps in Summer to ride bikes around.
3. Great Ocean Road. Again on our bikes! Or hire bikes!
4. Cape York (bike ride? )
5. Kids to the Gold Coast Theme Parks
6. Disneyland (or World, or something!)
7. Paris!
8. Portugal
9. Tuscany
10. Scotland
11. Ireland
12. Wales
13. Namibia
14. More of South Africa (Cape Town especially!)
15. Botswana
16. Cruising- wherever, but the Caribbean and Mediterranean spring to mind!)
17. Alaska
18. Canada
19. South America- the Amazon
20. Health Retreat somewhere
21. Whitsundays
22. Tasmania
23. Darwin to Adelaide
24. China
25. Russia

Actually, this is the first 25 that spring to mine. They should keep us entertained for some years! I am sure there are more. Where do you want to travel?

I don’t know what it was, but last night I had a series of downright scary dreams. Perhaps it was cheese (but I didn’t have any!) or alcohol (but I didn’t have any!) or a lack of something…

First dream I was standing on the shore. I saw MIML™ in a white perspex box floating out to sea. I was yelling and screaming at him to come back, but he looked all calm in this box- a sealed prism made of plastic. Then someone came up and said he wasn’t coming back as he was going to see his girlfriend. Then I started trying to tell this person that I was his girlfriend and they were arguing with me and next thing I know it is 3.17am and I am sitting up in bed in a sweat.

After drifting back to sleep I then dreamt that I was pregnant. But I didn’t know I was pregnant until I went to the doctor and they told me I was pregnant, but the baby had died. And I was relieved and saying how great that they baby had died. Then the nurse told me that I would have to deliver the baby, even though it had died. And I was all ’sweet’ and ‘awesome’ because I remember enjoyin giving birth. And I was telling the nurse how relieved I was that the baby had died because I didn’t want a baby.

So I am in labour and out pops the baby, except it wasn’t a baby, it was a plastic doll. And then I seemed to lose it and kept saying that I had to feed the doll and that would make everything right, except my boobs kept squiring out cottage cheese, not milk and I was trying to argue that it was colostrum and in this dream I had MIML™ on the phone telling him all about it trying to feed this doll cottage cheese from my breasts. Then I woke up!

So please indulge me and analyse this! Coz I’ll be blowd if I understand what either dream means!

I have been having some weird dreams lately. Well weirder than usual. Work colleagues, Twitter friends and people from my childhood have all been featuring. I am wondering if I should start analysing these dreams or if it would be better to just speculate. Speculation seems like so much more fun.

So here is my dream decoder:

Catching the train home and getting off at Mooroolbark station with current colleagues and then going and making gourmet pizza at the local pizza bar. Obviously this means I like pizza. Perhaps I think my colleagues would be better suited as pizza chefs rather than visual merchandisers. Perhaps I have recently had a dodgy pizza and the toppings were not centered. Perhaps I need to have a pizza. Perhaps I need to move back to Melbourne… But I will not be living in Mooroolbark! (actually I have a desire to live in Murrumbeena so I can sing

Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Murrumbeena goes walking
And when she passes, each one she passes goes – ah)

Next dream… I have an 8 month old baby but he lives with my ex who only allows me access every second weekend and Friday evenings (oh that sounds familiar!) and when I complain that the baby (who is not named) needs breastmilk and I point out to my ex that he cannot afford formula, and that I don’t want a drop of formula going near my baby’s digestive system he tells me that it is ok because he is feeding the baby tuna.

This is easy to interpret. Obviously I need to stop campaigning against advertising for breastmilk substitutes and start targeting canned fish manufacturers. Will make sure I let my ABA colleagues know that it is ex husbands supporting feeding of tuna to infants instead of breastmilk that needs to be targeted!

I am naked and there are ten men surrounding me all looking like a combination of Hugh Grant, Colin Firth and Orlando Bloom… Actually I haven’t had that dream but if it came tonight I wouldn’t complain and would probably just assume it meant that at least one of them was coming after me