Friday, February 12, 2010

Sunday Bloody Sunday

In the wee hours of the morning, I woke up from my sleep with the lyrics Sunday Bloody Sunday bouncing around in my head. That in itself wouldn't be that eerie. I often have random songs and words popping into my brain. But what's weird is that LAST February, when we were wandering around Sydney, I couldn't get the song out of my head. I had worried it was some kind of awful premonition regarding the upcoming Sunday. Fortunately, the worst that happened that Sunday was that I lost our camera. Well, that's the worst that happened to my family personally. Other people around the world had much worse Sundays. In Australia, people were struggling to recover from recently losing loved ones and property in horrible fires.

Lord Wiki says the U2 song is about a true incident in Ireland. It happened in January 1972. British soldiers killed Irish protesters.

I don't know why I had this song on my mind this February, and last February. But I guess it's good I've learned something new.

I went back to sleep after having the song on my mind. At some point, I dreamed about Australia: My mom, Jack, and I head to Australia for a wedding. We stop at a couple of airports on the way. At one point, we wait at a luggage carousel. I start thinking about whether I should tell people we're coming to Sydney. I'm a bit embarrassed because we're staying there for only two days. It seems embarrassingly wasteful to go all the way to Australia for such a short time. But I worry that I'll run into people I know, and that might be awkward if I don't tell them we're coming. I also think about how I need to buy a dress for the wedding, and that I should probably lose a few pounds.

I also dreamed I got an email marriage proposal. It was very formal...more like a business proposal than a love one. I was very glad to be able to say no, thank you. I'm already married.

I think all this marriage/wedding stuff came from me watching the beginning of Sex and the City before going to bed.