Coughing Dreams
(Day Fourteen)
For the second day in a row I woke up in the middle of the night with a coughing fit. Okay, today it was 7 am, but on the weekends that counts as the middle of the night. This cough is being extremely tenacious. At least this morning it gave me the opportunity to write down the crazy dream I'd just had, so lucky you gets to hear it.
(Moriya, this involves a zombie attack. You might not want to read it.)
Scene One:
I'm in a house on the beach, under a covered porch looking out on the ocean. Waves come in and out, and people are playing in the surf. Clyde is romping around me, chasing / playing with a calico cat. The cat runs outside -- Clyde follows. I yell at them to come back in, but of course they don't listen. They run straight into the water, both of them, making a big circle that takes them out into the water, back into the house, out into the water. Then a huge wave comes -- I can see it in the distance. People start yelling and running towards safety, and I can't find Clyde and the cat. I panic, running away from the beach backwards, searching for the brown, white, and orange lumps in the water. As is only possible in dreams, when I finally see them, seconds before the wave hits, I reach out across miles and flick them over to safety.
Scene Two:
Michael and I are visiting with Rose Holman friends. We're playing some kind of role playing game, kind of like a murder mystery party. Everyone has a part and there's a script.
My role is to yell, "What in the world is happening???" as the zombies attack. We practice, and everything goes fine. We're ready for the real thing.
Show time. Suddenly I realize there are parts I either didn't pay attention to in the script or that were left out -- and instead of a play, it's for real. It really is the real thing. We're being invaded. Something is coming.
I see wolves in the distance, and though this wasn't in the practice round, I realize that this is my cue. I say my lines -- "WHAT IN THE WORLD IS HAPPENING???"-- and I know that there's another part I didn't practice. I'm supposed to shut the doors before the wolves get to the house.
The doors are large pieces of wood that slide together and latch, but I can't get them to latch correctly. The pieces won't match up, and they keep rebounding against each other. The wolves are coming closer, giant loping creatures on the horizon, and I'm yelling, "Someone help me! The doors won't shut!"
After what seems like hours, someone finally comes behind me and latches the doors. It's Michael's friend Z. He says, "You were supposed to go get new doors from the back. I made them."
Yes, he had made new wooden doors with dark metal latches. We put those over the old doors, and we're all safe from the wolves.
Scene Three
We're safe now but we know this was happening all over the country -- zombies and wolves or zombie wolves or whatever it is are attacking, and our friends and family might not be as lucky as we are. My mom hasn't texted me, so I know that's not a good sign. Michael comes downstairs -- throughout the whole door shutting episode he had been trying to get us on a flight home, but the airlines hung up on him.
My boss is suddenly there. He knows certain subway trains are working (are we in New York?) and he's going to use his connections to get on one. Trains #5310 and 1072. As we're talking about trains, someone speaks up and tells a story about a woman who had a baby in the middle of this. She'd been on her way to her dad's funeral when the zombies attacked, so she sent her newborn baby alone on the train while she continued south to the funeral. She just had to be there for her dad. (Somehow this made complete sense to me, and I woke up coughing and thinking, "How sad. She had to make such a hard choice.") The baby was left on the train going in the other direction, and his grandpa (but not the one who died, I guess?) was there to meet him when the train doors opened.
So that's my dream. The brain is a seriously weird creature. Since that was kind of weird and depressing, now I'm going to leave you with a conversation I had with my grandma and grandpa at Ryne's birthday party today.
Me: "Are you guys doing anything special for your anniversary tomorrow?"
Grandpa: "Nah. Nothing special."
He pauses a second.
Grandpa: "Every day is special."
Grandma: "Thank you."
Grandpa: "What?"
Grandma: "For saying that."
Grandpa: "For you. Special for you."
Lolololololol.
Here's a picture of Grandpa and Finn at the party today. It's all classy and black & white, mostly because there was too much light from the window and the color was all effed up, so I'm trying to camouflage it. You might think this is a sweet picture, until you learn that Grandpa's been teaching Finn to hit him on the head. He'll point his head toward Finn until Finn hits it (or in this case, bumps his head with his own), then Grandpa goes "ouch!" and Finn laughs.
For the second day in a row I woke up in the middle of the night with a coughing fit. Okay, today it was 7 am, but on the weekends that counts as the middle of the night. This cough is being extremely tenacious. At least this morning it gave me the opportunity to write down the crazy dream I'd just had, so lucky you gets to hear it.
(Moriya, this involves a zombie attack. You might not want to read it.)
Scene One:
I'm in a house on the beach, under a covered porch looking out on the ocean. Waves come in and out, and people are playing in the surf. Clyde is romping around me, chasing / playing with a calico cat. The cat runs outside -- Clyde follows. I yell at them to come back in, but of course they don't listen. They run straight into the water, both of them, making a big circle that takes them out into the water, back into the house, out into the water. Then a huge wave comes -- I can see it in the distance. People start yelling and running towards safety, and I can't find Clyde and the cat. I panic, running away from the beach backwards, searching for the brown, white, and orange lumps in the water. As is only possible in dreams, when I finally see them, seconds before the wave hits, I reach out across miles and flick them over to safety.
Scene Two:
Michael and I are visiting with Rose Holman friends. We're playing some kind of role playing game, kind of like a murder mystery party. Everyone has a part and there's a script.
My role is to yell, "What in the world is happening???" as the zombies attack. We practice, and everything goes fine. We're ready for the real thing.
Show time. Suddenly I realize there are parts I either didn't pay attention to in the script or that were left out -- and instead of a play, it's for real. It really is the real thing. We're being invaded. Something is coming.
I see wolves in the distance, and though this wasn't in the practice round, I realize that this is my cue. I say my lines -- "WHAT IN THE WORLD IS HAPPENING???"-- and I know that there's another part I didn't practice. I'm supposed to shut the doors before the wolves get to the house.
The doors are large pieces of wood that slide together and latch, but I can't get them to latch correctly. The pieces won't match up, and they keep rebounding against each other. The wolves are coming closer, giant loping creatures on the horizon, and I'm yelling, "Someone help me! The doors won't shut!"
After what seems like hours, someone finally comes behind me and latches the doors. It's Michael's friend Z. He says, "You were supposed to go get new doors from the back. I made them."
Yes, he had made new wooden doors with dark metal latches. We put those over the old doors, and we're all safe from the wolves.
Scene Three
We're safe now but we know this was happening all over the country -- zombies and wolves or zombie wolves or whatever it is are attacking, and our friends and family might not be as lucky as we are. My mom hasn't texted me, so I know that's not a good sign. Michael comes downstairs -- throughout the whole door shutting episode he had been trying to get us on a flight home, but the airlines hung up on him.
My boss is suddenly there. He knows certain subway trains are working (are we in New York?) and he's going to use his connections to get on one. Trains #5310 and 1072. As we're talking about trains, someone speaks up and tells a story about a woman who had a baby in the middle of this. She'd been on her way to her dad's funeral when the zombies attacked, so she sent her newborn baby alone on the train while she continued south to the funeral. She just had to be there for her dad. (Somehow this made complete sense to me, and I woke up coughing and thinking, "How sad. She had to make such a hard choice.") The baby was left on the train going in the other direction, and his grandpa (but not the one who died, I guess?) was there to meet him when the train doors opened.
So that's my dream. The brain is a seriously weird creature. Since that was kind of weird and depressing, now I'm going to leave you with a conversation I had with my grandma and grandpa at Ryne's birthday party today.
Me: "Are you guys doing anything special for your anniversary tomorrow?"
Grandpa: "Nah. Nothing special."
He pauses a second.
Grandpa: "Every day is special."
Grandma: "Thank you."
Grandpa: "What?"
Grandma: "For saying that."
Grandpa: "For you. Special for you."
Lolololololol.
Here's a picture of Grandpa and Finn at the party today. It's all classy and black & white, mostly because there was too much light from the window and the color was all effed up, so I'm trying to camouflage it. You might think this is a sweet picture, until you learn that Grandpa's been teaching Finn to hit him on the head. He'll point his head toward Finn until Finn hits it (or in this case, bumps his head with his own), then Grandpa goes "ouch!" and Finn laughs.