Saturday, November 13, 2010

Dreaming of Turkeys

That title makes it sound like I'm really excited for Thanksgiving, and don't get me wrong...I do enjoy this cozy, warm little holiday.  But it is not delicious, mouth-watering Thanksgiving Day turkey I have been dreaming about.  It is paper turkeys.  Or more specifically, paper turkey feathers.  And by dreaming, I mean quite literally dreaming, as in, my REM cycles are being saturated with paper feathers.

You see, our school has this tradition of holding a "Top Turkey Competition" every year.  Each participating staff member hangs a paper turkey in their classroom or office, and students buy feathers for their favorite staff members' turkeys.  At the end of the contest, the teacher with the most feathers is declared our school's "Top Turkey" and wins a crown of feathers and a frozen turkey to enjoy on Thanksgiving.  Proceeds for feathers generally go toward a good cause (Salvation Army this year).  My club, the Builders Club, is running the competition, and not only did we have to cut out a gazillion-bajillion paper feathers in preparation, but at the end of each day, I have to take all of the feathers students purchased and divide them up into little bundles to put into the teachers' boxes.  This translates to over 800 feathers that I have sorted through, paper clipped into little piles, and delivered (and this was after only three days of the competition). 

I'm having a great time running this fundraiser, but for two days in a row, I have been dreaming of feathers.  It's nothing specific, it's just that anything I dream about has feathers plastered all over it.  Like two nights ago, I dreamt of my friend Felisa's upcoming baby shower, and in the dream, the guests had paper feathers attached to their clothes and hair, and all of the gifts were covered with feathers.  Last night, after finishing the first book in the Guardians of Ga'Hoole series, naturally I had a dream about owls.  But ALL of the owls were covered with feathers.  Okay, I realize that owls are supposed to be covered with feathers.  But these ones were covered with paper, green, and blue ones.  It was just wrong.

I have one more week left of this competition.  This means only one more week of my subconscious being smothered with colorful paper feathers.  I'm just hoping I don't have any "NC-17" dreams this week.  I think I might wake up screaming.