Whack-a-Doo Wednesday! - Jamie Farrell

Whack-a-Doo Wednesday!

Welcome to Wednesday, where this year, it’s tradition for me to embarrass myself by sharing bits of my dream diary. This week, we’re traveling back in time to the summer of 2012, when I was pregnant with Buttercup.

Last night I dreamed I was in a really bad space TV show where the ship didn’t have the proper equipment to grab the stars and the baby kept crawling into the milky way and a bunch of teenagers wrapped belts around their head in rebellion. But there were also bake sales, even though the race of people on the ship didn’t believe in sugar.

I would like to blame pregnancy for this one.


Dreamed last night the movers showed up and were investigating our belongings, but I couldn’t find my pants. Or my swimsuit. Even though I knew it was on my dresser. We did have about eighteen beach towels though. No idea where this one came from. We aren’t moving for about a year.

And this one too.


Last night I dreamed I needed to get a job so my friend Macarena (she had red hair) invited me to check out her employer, Em’s News. Em didn’t have any openings, but she gave us a tour of her haunted house. I saw ghosts (but I could also see the projectors creating them), and then we went into the jungle room which was kind of like a study set up in Tarzan’s jungle, if Tarzan had been part of Pirates of the Caribbean. Lots of antique furniture, and if you stepped off the edge of the room, you could climb onto a water wheel where Jack Sparrow and Will were running like hamsters. Also, if you stood on the wheel, when they ran it would launch you across the room. Then I got offered a job as Em’s cook, and I signed up to be the only girl playing basketball with a bunch of high school jocks and rap stars. They didn’t want to let a girl play, but one of them got a crush on me and so they let me.

Nope, this one’s totally normal. But I was definitely tired that day.


Don’t remember much about my dream last night except for the part where I was on the mortician’s table and suddenly realized he wanted to eat me. My two friends ran away, and I kept trying to yell, “You can’t eat me! I’m not dead enough!” SuperHubby saying, “Whumph?” woke me up. Kinda suspect I might have really said it out loud.

Maybe this one had to do with knowing I’d be having a C-section?


My dream last night was basically a variety show about having a yard sale. Complete with singing and dancing. And Neil Patrick Harris.

Huh… didn’t I mention a yard sale last week in the Brad Pitt edition too?


Last night I dreamed I invented marshmallow casserole. To make it, butter an 8×10 baking dish, fill with large marshmallows, sprinkle chocolate chips, then bake at 350 until everything gets nice and gooey and melty. Eat on graham crackers, ice cream, or just with a spoon.

Okay, yes. This one was totally a pregnancy dream. No denying it.

And that’s it for this week’s dreams! Happy Wednesday, y’all!

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Ashley Shannon says January 21, 2015

Macarena and Em’s News should definitely be wrote into a book. I see some hilarious potential here!

    Jamie Farrell says January 21, 2015

    Ashley, that would be awesome. 😀 Hmm… must think on this. LOL

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