When I woke up this morning, it was still dark. I walked down the hall and nearly fell over a dark lump which turned out to be a person. She introduced herself,
"Hi! I'm Nan, Katie's mom, from up the road? I watch TV here at night."
As we went downstairs together, I started wondering just how she watched TV here at night, since we don't actually have a TV. Then I saw that someone had moved the old TV from my childhood into my new livingroom. There was also a small, kitchen style TV sitting right next to it. Both of them were turned on with the volume low and set to different stations.
We sat in the kitchen to chat. She seemed a very gregarious character, although it was odd how she had been crouched in my hallway, just outside the bedroom door.
"I guess I don't understand," I began, "why you don't just watch TV at your house?"
"It's what I do," she said with a smile, "I watch TV here at night." Was this one of those grandfathered in things, like the corn that was already planted in the field? Then I noticed here eyes,
"Are those contact lenses with spiders on them?" I asked her. Just where her irises should have been sat two non-identical spiders, one on each eye. It was disturbing that they didn't match.
"I don't know what you're talking about," answered Nan. As she spoke, the two spiders crawled up into her eyelids. For a moment, she had no irises at all, just pale blue marbles staring up at me from her chair, with that silly smile on her face. Then, she blinked, and her eyes were so normal that I wondered if I had imagined the whole thing. It was pretty early in the morning.
My husband came downstairs, asking what in the world was going on.
Then I woke up, for real this time. Maybe. One never knows.
I was hesitant to walk down the hall, but when I finally did, there was no one there.
The thought process in dreams is so creative. Last night I had a dream that Buck and I were supposed to be hookers! He actually followed through (yuck), but I just couldn't. The funny part was that I started to anaylize
ReplyDeletethe dream while I was still asleep. I decided that since there was one of Buck's coworkers there, it must have to do with his job screwing him!
Well, Lou, you and Buck Dollars could make some good money that way! Come to think of it, Buck Dollars is a great pimp name.
ReplyDeleteTo interpret this dream:
Almost everyone who lives within a mile radius of us has come over and introduced themselves to welcome us to the "neighborhood" (so, like five people). They're all just so kind and wonderful, I'm having trouble believing in them. I feel like they're going to turn out to be possessed aliens or something. No one is this nice! But I think they are for real, actually.
I have actually baked cookies for new neighbors and gone over, cookies in hand, and introduced myself, so I guess it's not too fantastic for people to just say, "welcome," is it? But I'm a dork who will bake cookies for anyone.