Winter is officially here but hasn’t made much of an appearance yet. Oh, it made another windblown visit last weekend, but like the wolf that tried to blow the little pig’s house down, soon lost steam. This is the time of year I find it hard to get out of bed. Mostly it’s the cold when I throw the covers off. I shiver till I find my slippers and hope they’re where they should be so my feet don’t touch the freezing wooden floor.
It wasn’t cold this morning nor have I been especially tired lately. Neither was I escaping reality because of what today is. I had coffee with a friend later on who said that it’s Valentine’s Day every day at their house. They don’t need a special day to remember. Neither do I.
No, it was something else. I only read until midnight last night yet slept like the dead. Though I’m supposed to be retired, I set the alarm to get up a little earlier today. I had things to do and wanted to get an early start. I punched my alarm clock half a dozen times when it howled at me, coming closer to the surface each time. But it took an hour to truly wake up. I felt Dracula’s slumber in his crypt as the sun rose.
I think it was the dream. A particularly disturbing one.
An estimate arrived from a garage I’d never been to. Something to do with the electrical system in my car needing repairs. A diagram was included. It pointed out wiring in the ceiling that had to be replaced (ceiling? hmm). It was confusing but the punch line was the cost was a mere $8000.00. Even at $800.00 the whole idea was a stretch. What kind of larceny was this? The overhead light must have some wiring up there but…
While I was mulling over these sketchy threads of surreal chicanery, enter the boyfriend. Boyfriend? Where did he come from?
“What’s the matter? You look confused,” he said.
I tried to make out his face. Who was this faceless wonder? “I got this estimate…”
“Oh yeah. Last week when I took your car out it was acting up. I asked my buddy to have a look at it.”
That’s when the first alarm went off. I punched the snooze button but already I couldn’t get back to the dream. What a way to start my day. Happy Valentine’s Day!
February 14, 2012 at 5:27 pm
It’s a nightmare. $8000!!!!!
February 14, 2012 at 10:44 pm
Yeah. I have NO idea why that huge amount! So specific. Maybe I’ll be winning $8000. Nah. I’m dreaming .
February 14, 2012 at 6:10 pm
I love to set the alarm a bit earlier than I must get up so I can hit the snooze button a couple of times.
February 14, 2012 at 10:50 pm
Works for me. At least it finally did this morning. I gave myself an hour and used up six minutes more. Happy Valentine’s almost past.
February 14, 2012 at 7:37 pm
Is this a subliminal reminder not to have a boyfriend?
February 14, 2012 at 10:42 pm
That’s what I was thinking…hmmm.
February 14, 2012 at 8:28 pm
YIKES! Nightmare indeed!
February 14, 2012 at 10:51 pm
Haven’t had one in YEARS. Now this! Was that my Valentine’s present?
February 15, 2012 at 3:14 pm
It’s over now! Whew. Haven’t had one since I can’t say when. Now this. Gone. Gone. Gone Yay.
February 14, 2012 at 9:39 pm
I love the ones when you can mash the button and get right back to what you were dreaming…But I really do not see dreaming any more about eight grand. Sheesh. I think Mother may be right!
Happy Hallmark Day.
February 14, 2012 at 10:54 pm
Oh, they have those? The MASHING kind? I’d like a soft mashing button because after once or twice, it’s hard on the palm. As always, Mother IS right. Who’d want to go back to that NIGHTmare?
February 14, 2012 at 11:14 pm
Or in this case…nightJackass…
February 14, 2012 at 11:08 pm
I always want to go back to sleep and solve/fix those kinds of crazy dreams. 🙂
February 14, 2012 at 11:14 pm
Yeah but the buzzer went off and I couldn’t go back or forward. Oh well. Made for interesting conversation today.
Thanks for commenting.
February 15, 2012 at 8:02 am
Boyfriends with friends at the auto repair shop? Terrible things, why doesn’t he do it himself? Your dreams are terrible things, couldn’t you get a better boyfriend for yourself?
Just for the fun of it though, I looked up the number 8 in dreams. There are several different meanings depending on what school of thought you subscribe to, it all boils down to this:
Goals coming to fruition, success, material wealth, authority and power, abundance, infinity, karma and cosmic consciousness.
Just thought I would pass that one on!
February 15, 2012 at 3:07 pm
May, that’s what I needed. Thanks for looking up for me. I’m going to analyze them a bit: Goals coming to fuitiion – NO boyfriend! (sorry but he messed with my dreams)Success – car not NEEDING any repairs, making myself clear without hurtingMaterial Wealth – I don’t need a lot, just enough to get byAuthority and Power – able to make myself clearAbundance – of confidenceInfinity – in the hereafterKarma and cosmic cosciousness – grateful for what I have I think I’m doing great. This is a GOOD day. Thanks so much. Sorry, I’m so stubborn after all your input recently. You are a real BRICK. Thank YOU. Tess
February 15, 2012 at 11:32 am
I love this. So fun to read your writing! Glad it was a dream. Certainly no fun if that were reality.
February 15, 2012 at 1:46 pm
Thanks. You are so kind. I love reading you. Haven’t had a dream since Noah was a baby and now this. Don’t know where that came from!
February 15, 2012 at 8:13 pm
I lea the pink car, so cool. Too bad dream boy was faceless.
February 16, 2012 at 11:34 am
I don’t have a PINK one but it’s special to me, therefore the cute picture. Imagine someone trying to dupe you into spending $8000 in repairs on tha baby. It’s too bad he’s faceless but I have an idea who he might be. Thanks for commenting.