Resisting the dream fit of Pajama Jeans

It must be a characteristic of ADD that even when I go to sleep to get some needed ZZZ’s , surely I am able to do something else at the very same time and therefore, I am a big dreamer.

Only problem is in my dreaming, I am no longer directing whatever bunny trail my brain wants to scamper off to see & do. Sometimes, it is a thrilling adventure to go to sleep but whenever I am revving up for something of importance, my fun dreaming stops and it seems to become conference time for me, myself & I. It is like my brain knows there is no more time for wasting on frivolous dilly-dally dreaming that I am Augustus Gloop who has once again “accidentally” fallen into a chocolate river.

Yet, in my continuous life-long pursuit of being a better time manager, my brain is actually so headstrong determined to knock off just one more “to-do” item on my never ending “things- to-do” list, that I am convinced my brain uses my dreams to try & finish up certain un-finished thoughts started while awake , that merit more noodling time. But because dreaming itself is that weird unexplained detention that no one has figured out yet, I must also deal with the random uncertainty of how my continued thinking plays out on the inside of my sleeping eyelids. Last night, as I drifted off thinking about all I need to get done for the Kenny & the Christie Chrew, which covers the long suffering remodel of our home, my church responsibilities & my civics page-Not On This Watch and all that is connected there…I did as I always do, whined to the Lord that I need at least 24 more hours added to every day. And then I dreamed I owned a pair of Pajama Jeans. Hmmm.



Ok, I have thought about Pajama Jeans before, but I thought it was an open and shut case. Now, I don't know if I have a deep seeded fear that I actually need Pajama Jeans and my dream was a premonition because of the 2012 election season or if my dream was to warn me I have become far too comfortable with allowing myself to fall asleep in whatever I happen to be wearing. Maybe dreaming that I own a pair of Pajama Jeans is God’s answer to my whining about needing more time. But whatever the reason for such a dream, to give in to the selling point of convenience of Pajama Jeans has been a personal prideful “Glamour Don’t” for me ever since the first time I ever watched a Pajama Jeans commercial. So today I now have to wrestle with why I dreamed about me in Pajama Jeans. I don’t have time for this personal nail biter today….really, I don’t.



It should make complete sense for me to want or even need Pajama Jeans, given their marketed roll-out -bed-dressed-for- the day potential for increased efficiency. After all, a common practice for me is to drink Odwalla Superfood during especially bang it out busy episodes of my life. It’s kinda like drinking an Ensure to ensure I eat when I am so psyched-out- superdeduper- running-with-my-hair-on-fire busy & the normal intake of nourishment just eats up way too much of my time and gets on my last nerve. Personally, I am really looking forward to the day my dream will come true that was instilled in me by my gum chewing mentor, Miss Violet Beauregard of Charlie & the Chocolate Factory. Because of her moxie & chance encounter with the brilliant inventor, entrepreneur & marketer, Mr. Willy Wonka, I know what I want in a gum product. I long for a gum to chew that is no ordinary gum, but a new gum which by chewing will also feed me a 3 course meal, plus dessert. However, my dream gum will be perfected and not leave me with the resulting nightmare appearance of being one big bloated bruise as it did for poor little Violet. First of all, varicose veins are that same lovely shade of blueberry, so that must be addressed. And obviously, by the look at my home, I do not have any have any Oompa-Loompas at my beck and call to either dejuice me, or roll me from one room to the next so I can take in all 3 C-SPAN channels. No Oopma-Loompas, but I do have my children whom I already provide plenty for them laugh and mock behind my back. I am a bit picky that my ideal dream gum be just that, ideal, & not require legal-ease small print of a trillion side effects. So, if I am going to be satisfied, if anyone on the producer side of the somewhat still free market is listening to my demanding inner consumer‘s quest, I suggest you remember too, the forgotten business for dummies principle that used to be required to be taught in Business 101, that the customer is ALWAYS RIGHT! If you can handle that truth, here is what I am dreaming to purchase:

I need a yum in the tum meal replacement gum that when chewed will produce a vivaciously nourished, Pilates sculpted picture perfect me. Please do drop the blueberries and add cinnamon instead so I will project a toasty warm light brown glow and you will have one very happy customer.


As for Pajama Jeans, if I were to be outfitted with such, what’s next? I guess that all “Depends” on the outcome for me to be sold.