I got to sleep in this morning, and dreamed that my sister and I were trying to move all our stuff into a tiny attic bedroom in the house we grew up in. We were also trying to clear out an adjoining unfinished attic room, where rat-sized mice were scurrying around in plain sight. My sister was dumping all the stuff from the attic in the bedroom until it was too crowded to get to anything. I got mad and we raised our voices at each other. A friend (who was wearing a Halloween costume, as was I) got upset by the yelling and left. My sister and I agreed that the friend “just can’t handle conflict.” We started making some progress on getting things arranged to both of our satisfaction. But it was a huge job and all my clothes were still buried behind heaps of junk.
I woke up and fell back asleep. Next I dreamed that I was touring a huge church barefoot and had lost all four of my young children somewhere many rooms back. I was trying desperately to find them and wishing I’d at least left them with a cell phone, since we were on vacation and they didn’t even know the address where we were staying.
Then I got awakened by our fire alarm going off and on for at least two minutes (not a dream) while Dean tried to fan away the smoke from the sawing he’s doing in the basement. (There are probably also mice scurrying around in plain sight down there.) I found out last night that his latest project is a revisiting of his ambition to launch a person–or at least a weight as heavy as a person–with water rockets. Oh, dear. The smoke alarm went off at least two more times after that (by which time I was good and awake) but I think he’s now rigged a fan to blow right under the fire alarm. The whole house still smells like smoky sawdust.
Then I overheard Dean quizzing Ike about first aid for a Boy Scout requirement, and got to hear Ike repeat important information such as that you can tell a third degree burn because “You’ll be able to see the flesh.”
Then Mabel put a doll bonnet on Hazel.
That’s our morning so far. Happy Independence Weekend! And may you have sweeter dreams than mine.