You May Say I'm A Dreamer.

I've always been one to have super crazy dreams, and I've always been blessed with a memory that retains those dreams (for the most part) so that I can share them. Early Saturday morning I had a dream that was very detailed and borderline insane. It also inspired and conflicted me a bit, but I'll tell ya about that after I tell you about the dream. :)

In my dream, I was at a cookout and there were tons of people there. I don't remember much about this part, but I do remember that there was couple there that I work with, with their little boy who I think is just flat out ADORABLE. In my dream however, he had his same cute little face - but he totally had an alien head and body. Although this is a totally freakish thing for my mind to conjure up, it worked out because in my dream he fell out of the back of a truck, landed on his alien head, and bounced right back up without a peep. Yay for the alien head! I also remember a discussion about shoes somewhere in the mix of all this...but it isn't really surprising for my mind to think about shoes.

The next thing I remember was that the food was ready and everyone had flooded into the kitchen to get a plate. Upon filling my plate, I walked out onto the deck and sat down indian style to eat my food. This is where the dream gets weird...I picked up a cheeto and bit it in half. The cheeto spontaneously caught on fire. As I dropped the flaming cheeto back onto my plate, it popped really loud and a big black duffel bag exploded out of it. (Don't you judge me!)

Still sitting there on the deck, I waited for the bag to cool off and the smoke to clear...then I opened it very carefully. Once it was opened, I realized that it was a time capsule from a guy that died in the 80s. There were two Slayer t-shirts in there, a few Slayer cds, a deputy's badge, a turn signal cover off of a Harley, a game boy & two game boy games, skull rings & necklaces...and there was other stuff but my memory didn't retain anything else. In my dream I thought it was so awesome, I kept yelling for people to come look at what all was in the bag, but no one else cared and no one would come check it out. Then I woke up. Then I got to thinking...

If I were to make a time capsule of my life at this point in time, what would I put in it? I can think of a few things right off top that would definitely have to go in there, but after those few things it gets pretty hard to decide. How does one pick material things to represent their whole life? I think that I would have a very hard time with this simple task, and honestly I'm glad that I don't have to do it. It did make me wonder though, what does it say about me that I'd have such a hard time with this? Other than the obvious constant battle between my feelings and my need to be rational...is it normal for someone to be as indecisive as I am? 

Anyhow, food for thought on a Wednesday - what would you put in your time capsule? 

...and a step even further - would you be proud of your finished product?