I had another one of those dreams in which I’m a superhero, er…mom.
Do you recall my post, “Now this is just pathetic” in which I heroically clean my kids’ closet and under their dressers? Well, my ever-exciting subconscious was at it again last night. But it did get a little better. There was a high-speed chase, at least.
It started out with my kids scoring an 11 out of 12 on a test rigged for students to score, at best, a 10 out of 12.
So then my children were kidnapped as punishment. Here’s where the high-speed chase came in, which lasted about two blocks.
On a motorcycle (some cool points!) I chased down the van carrying my children. Somehow when I arrived, the kids were gone, but the driver was still around. I grabbed her (forcefully, thankyouverymuch) by her collar and demanded to know what had become of my children.“Couplets,” she sputtered.
She nodded. “Two rhyming lines of poet–”
“I know what couplets are! What does that have to do with my kids?!”
“They’re being forced to memorize them.”
I shrugged and shook my head.
“They’re filled with… with… incorrect information!”
I pushed her back, horrified. “Noooooooo!!!”
That’s when I woke up. The thought of my children’s brains being polluted with sing-songy false information was apparently too much for my subconscious to handle.
Have I mentioned that I need to get out more?
What do you dream about? Something far more exciting and less maternal, I hope.