I was dreaming when I woke up this morning, which is always a bad time for me. I end up extra jumpy if the alarm goes off during my dream cycle. Add to that the fact that the alarm was up extra loud this morning (I had the volume up almost on maximum last night listening to an old audio tape with garbled sound) and those two things together meant that when the radio blasted on I just about hit the ceiling. In fact, the noise was so loud that--lying on my back--I couldn't quite tell where it was coming from and I reached to my right to slap the alarm off. The problem with that was that the alarm was to my left and so instead of hitting the alarm I ended up smacking Lisa pretty hard. I then quickly rolled over and hit the actual alarm and I listened quietly. I hoped that maybe I hadn't hit Lisa as hard as I thought, maybe she had been in such a deep sleep that the punch and the alarm hadn't even awakened her. I counted in my head to four and then I heard Lisa mumble, "I hate you."My dream, by the way, was a weird one, but one I think I can easily explain. First, I dreamed that as I was getting ready for work I noticed a big puddle of water in the bathroom at our house. I then realized that the drain pipe from the bathroom sink--which in the dream, by the way, was the size of a sewer pipe--had a huge hole in it and that every time the sink was turned on the water was just running onto the floor. So I had that stressor in the dream.
Then I dreamed that I went to work and I was wearing my gray pin-striped suit, but for whatever reason instead of putting on my black dress shoes I wore my ten year old Jesus sandals instead. When I got to work every one made fun of me (I would have done the same thing if anyone else had worn sandals and a suit to work) and I had to go back home to change. I was heading back home when the alarm went off.
Sounds weird, but I think I know what my brain was thinking of. First of all, yesterday morning when I stepped out of the shower there was a big old puddle of water in the bathroom. At first I assumed that I'd left the shower liner out of the shower, but that wasn't the case. I never did figure out what caused so much water to come out of the shower.
Second, Tuesday night I took my laptop home from work so that I could do some work. Wednesday morning I forgot to take it back to work. I'd been at work maybe ten minutes when I settled in behind my desk. I flipped on my monitor (I have a docking station with an external monitor, keyboard, and mouse that I use at work instead of working on the laptop), pulled the keyboard up to me, and nothing happened. And that's when I looked over at where the laptop sat and remembered I'd left it at home. I had to turn right around and go back and get it.
What's the point of this whole post? Nothing really. Just explaining how my morning began. If you see me later today and I don't seem quite myself, this might be why. I had a rough start.
1 comment:
It is clear that you played in the puddles when your mother told you not to! This is the WAVE (pun intended) of guilt common to kids who don't do what their parents told them. Repent and stay away from puddles!!
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