dreams

Bread And Butter Dreams

Let me preface this by saying that if you find yourself up at 1:07am and you think you are hungry you’re not.  Just go back to bed.  Since neither Colin nor I could heed this advice here are the awesome dreams we had…

1. Colin’s dream was about Tofino.  My family has been going there since I was young and this year would have been the 20th consecutive year.  However, going to a now very popular tourist destination is not cheap.  So unfortunately none of us will be going.  Obviously Colin’s subconscious is still in denial…  He dreamt that all of us were waiting at the ferry terminal getting ready to head over to the island.  I drove my car with my mum and Spud on to the ferry.  Colin waited for my dad who had a 4×4.  When my dad came back he said that he was ready to go, turned around and drove away.  He was convinced that he and Colin could drive there.  

2.  I had a very in depth dream about running an ultramarathon.  It was based in and around Vancouver.  Some of the route was on trails and some was on the road.  At the start Dean Karnazes made a brief appearance and laughed at me when I asked if he could pace me.  Of course I came to my senses and admitted that he would probably be able to finish a couple of times over before I did.  He ran off still laughing at the newbie.  

I didn’t really know the course that well so when I had about 10 kilometre or miles left (still not sure what the actual distance was) I got lost.  I was running back and forth along the beach trying to ask people where I was supposed to go, but I was at the finish line and they were all done already.  Eventually someone told me that I had to do a loop of the Stanley Park area and come back to the beach.  By this point I was already well past when I wanted to come in and I was running dead last.  I picked up the pace by using some sort of bulky metal pole/walking stick thingy to propel myself forward.  I started to pass other runners – all of whom seemed really old or hurt.  

Once on my way back I came to a fork in the road and didn’t know which way to go.  Colin yelled at me from a restaurant that I was supposed to go left to get back on the beach.  But I missed the turn for that and saw runners going to both Rogers Arena and BC Place.  By the time I got to the arena it was closed to runners.  So off I went to BC Place where they were deflating the roof.  I ran down the concrete ramp inside and discovered that they were packing up to leave.  There were about 4 firefighters giving out medals and the first one tried to hand me a junior medal (don’t ask, I have no idea what that is).  When I complained they gave me the real one and then they all started taking my picture from different angles.

Then I woke up; face down on my stomach and both my arms were partially asleep.  I have no idea what time it was except that it was early.

3.  After I got back to sleep I had a dream about work.  Yippee!  My store kind of looked like my store, but it was bigger than usual.  No one seemed concerned or in awe of the fact that I’d just done an ultra.  All I got was a rude look and comment from a customer because I wasn’t helping them.  It didn’t matter that I wasn’t working yet and didn’t have my uniform on.  I think there was more to it, but it’s gone now…   

So the moral of the story, in case you couldn’t figure it out, is don’t eat bread and butter in the middle of the night or you’ll dream of obscure things.  


Six Days and a Crazy Dream

Yup. I have six (6) days left until my marathon. Well, it’s on the 6th day. Sunday. THIS Sunday.

I am trying to not think about it. I figure if I’m neutral about it I won’t freak out. So I’m working very hard to be neither excited nor anxious. Ask me again in a couple of days how I feel and I’ll probably be both, but there’s no point in getting worked up about it yet. I’m sure it will hit me Saturday morning when I get on the ferry and discover there’s no way out of what I’m planning to do…
The only thing I’m a little excited about is that I have my bib number – #120. I won’t be the 120th person across the finish line, but that’s okay. As long as I’m not DFL I’ll be happy!
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I’ve heard of taper madness, but I don’t think I’ve ever experienced it until 2 nights ago. What I know is that I’ve never had a running related dream before and since I am in the run-up to my marathon I feel all right attributing it to the taper. That, or it was catching up on running blogs while eating a warm bowl of apple crisp at 11pm.
Here’s my dream (at least what I can remember):

I arrived at the race site – pretty sure it wasn’t Victoria – and found a place to wait for the start. After a while we were told to go wait in a McDonald’s, but eventually we were fairly certain that no one was coming to get us. I wandered around until I found a race official and was blamed for listening to the first person as we were not supposed to leave the original location. Not only were we in the wrong spot, but the race had started already – like an HOUR ago!

Even though I had been waiting around I was not prepared for the race. I didn’t have my heart-rate monitor or my backpack on. I didn’t even have my socks! When I asked for help finding my socks I was handed a mismatched pair (one running sock, one regular). I complained that I was looking for my Injinji socks at which time the person helping me yelled that I could do it myself. Helpful! Eventually I found a matching black pair. I don’t wear black socks, but in my dreams I apparently do.

Once I was kitted out I had to get my timing chip. You’d think it would go on my shoe, but it was actually a little puffy sticker of a crab that stuck to my leg and went under a sleeve on my ankle. I had no idea how to attach it so some random stranger guy helped me out. Since I was glad to have had the help I insisted that I get his email so I could thank him again after the race and let him know how I did. Finally I was ready to race.

So I thought. Because I was starting an hour late I had to start with the relay support vehicles. The vans pulled out of the way so that I could cross the timing mats. I went to run across, but was told I was doing it wrong and there was a specific way to do it. I was supposed to run slowly across it, but not bounce. Kind of like a Baywatch run – in slow-mo.

Once on the course I found that it was very dark with almost no street lights. There were also no bathrooms. The route wasn’t clearly marked, but I did find a cafe in the middle to stop at for muffins. Eventually I crossed the finish line to find out my time was at least an hour and a half more than my goal time… not including the late start.
So that’s what my subconscious thinks about my marathon training. I have no idea what it means. I am either going to have a rotten race or an awesome race. If you have any interpretations please let me know!