Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This

The other day I was having a conversation with my mom about dreams. She asked me,

"Tiffany, do you fly in your dreams?"

Me - "Fly? Not really. I sort of... bounce."

Mom - Aghast, "Really?! Me too!"

Me - Aghast as well, "Really?! I can't believe it!"

That's just weird. I don't know anyone else who bounces in their dream. I mean seriously, what is that about? It isn't like I'm a fan of the movie "Flubber" or anything. In fact, I think I've seen that movie exactly one time... years ago... I might have even fallen asleep since I don't remember much of the story.

I wish I could attribute it to having watched some strange movie or having read a sci-fi book, but the fact is that she and I have the exact same dream for no apparent reason.

There is one difference between our two dreams: my mom is wearing special bouncing boots. I guess I think of myself as special enough to not need boots, Mom. Either that or I'm secretly jealous that I don't get to wear cool boots in my bouncing dream.

The dream goes like this, and it is EXACTLY THE SAME:

Standing on the sidewalk. The jump turns into a bounce. Higher and higher until the curvature of the Earth is seen. At this point, I get a little scared by the height, but my mom is thrilled by it in her dream. The end.

So that's the psychic connection my mother and I share: we have the same bizarre dreams at different times.

And I ask you, what kind of lame psychic power is that?!

You don't see the X-Men with silly powers like this. Couldn't you have tried at least ONE kind of wacky drug while you were pregnant with me, Mom? Just one?! Sheesh...