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Come out, come out, wherever you are $%&@#!

I rummaged through my closet this morning, from one end to the other and back again. Where was that charcoal gray long-sleeved sweater, the one that would work nicely with black leggings and boots on this extra cold day? It can’t be lost in the small closet, which is just 5.5 feet long by 2 feet deep. I wanted the sweater because it had ass coverage; I’m not walking around in snug leggings with a short top, no siree! It’s not that I have so many clothes (and definitely not winter clothes which are my least favored), that I typically can’t find things or don’t know what I own. Sometimes I might lose track only because I bought something off-season and it hadn’t yet entered the rotation and/or I might have stored it away.

As I dug around, a thought began to creep into my consciousness… had I dreamt up this sweater?? I mean literally dreaming as in zzz’s and honk-shoo? This, sadly, has happened to me before, where I dreamed about an article of clothing, naturally something fabulous that made me happy, but almost on waking, realized there was no such item. Now here I was in the closet trying to find my lovely sweater. I could see it in my mind’s eye!

I did not find it. And all day I could not shake off the idea of its existence. I’m simply not sure if it was in a dream or it really is here somewhere, snickering at me.

Dream 7 (Jane Austen)

A good friend had been talking for some time about this man she knew who she claimed was wise and knowledgeable. I understood that he had physical limitations, but wasn’t too clear on what they were. I finally had the chance to meet the man. There was something physically wrong with him, like he didn’t have use of his arms and legs. He may have been only a head, but I didn’t want to stare or look too closely and be rude.

He started talking and sagely reciting quotes. I could tell this was what had impressed my friend. See, he read and quoted from Jane Austen novels exclusively. Not only that, but he read only one of her books – I didn’t catch which one – exclusively. Every week of the year he read the same book cover to cover. Almost all his utterances were quotes from this one novel. I wasn’t very impressed.

Dream 5 (Jurassic Park)

I dreamt it was going to be my job to serve drinks to all the animals in Jurassic Park, in very large glasses.

Short Thought 42 (summer)

I never feel more alive than I do in summer. It’s every bit as good as I think it will be. I never get here and think why was I so excited about this? Instead, I am pleasantly surprised: Oh yes, this is what summer is. I’d almost forgotten. Winter wipes it all away and makes summer seem like a dream, a lost moment you can never get back to.

Dream 4

I dreamt I was trying to accomplish a vague mission before the day’s end. I was running around in the outdoors, near a wooded area when I suddenly came upon a baby girl lying on the ground. She was black, dressed in bright pink, and very cute when she looked up at me and smiled. I knew I was supposed to do something about this child. I couldn’t exactly go off and leave her there, but my mission – however unclear – was pressing.

I started talking to the baby and she answered me in complete, adult sentences. Turns out, she wasn’t a real baby. Are you familiar with the doll babies sometimes used to scare teenagers into not getting pregnant? Where teens carry the “baby” around and look after it so they’ll get an inkling how much work and trouble an actual baby is? Well, this baby was like that except completely life-like (faked me out). Plus the talking, plus the baby argued with me. See, I said I had things to do but the baby girl told me all the stuff she needed, like NOW. I explained that once I accomplished my tasks/mission, we’d get to her concerns (fer cryin’ out loud, she wasn’t even a real baby). One of the things she told me was she had to have all these vitamins today. I cleverly, or at least it seemed that way in the dream, responded, “The day isn’t over yet” (as in we’ll get to your stupid vitamins soon enough). Baby didn’t think that was good enough because as I picked her up and started to quickly head back to finish my original mission, it became apparent she had radioed back to her controller – which I didn’t know existed – to rat me out! Thanks fake baby!

An unknown woman came walking out of a patch of woods behind me, and said, “You can’t run away Ma’am.” Clearly, nobody was okay with me finishing up my errands before dealing with the baby. I was game to proceed with my business AND take the baby, but not any more. I went to hand the turncoat baby back to the pushy woman as the dream ended.

Dream 3

I dreamt I had two cats. One was Himalayan in appearance and I decided to paint it bright blue, like the summer sky. The cat sat still and the paint dried nicely, so I had a blue cat. The other cat was a solid neon orange, unlike any real cat, and I painted it lime green. But it started jumping around before the paint job was dry and kind of messed it up, which I hadn’t counted on, so I had to put the cat in the kitchen sink and wash off the paint. It also occurred to me then that maybe painting cats, with house paint no less, wasn’t a very good idea.

Dream 2

(Note: I’ve been doing a lot of gardening…)

I dreamt I had two azaleas growing in soil in the floorboards of my room, through cut-outs in the wood. They looked nice but I thought two was more than I needed so I planned to dig one out and just have a single azalea in the floor.