A day of dreams

[cornerofmadness]

and of nothing else interesting happening so have the dreams

It was a morning of crazy dreams. I woke up around 7 AM but since I don’t work until noon I’m like nope, not today and slipped into dreams. I was at work and EB (the chair) and L were asking me, Dana why are you here? You’re supposed to be going to the airport. You’re leaving on your Alaskan Cruise. (Ignoring that I don’t get time off during work because we have off summers) I was then in a panic. How could I forget that? All that money lost if I didn’t show up. I would have just enough time to throw clothes into a suitcase and maybe make it to the airport.

Then I was in Gojyo, the CR-V with evil_little_dog and I’m not sure if I was still going to the airport or this was some new thing (the latter I think, I didn’t feel the panic any more). We were in McDonald PA at the old strip mall for reasons I don’t know. I know I was in a rush(maybe going to that airport) and it was raining badly. I tried one way out of the parking lot and was caught in a flood coming down the hill (the mall IS at the bottom of the hill and does flood) It caught the CR-V and spun us, nearly crashing us into the building before I managed to get us out of there.

The rain stopped and suddenly we were on back country roads (which do exist back home but not on the path from there to home). It’s one of those roads with no lines, not much of a shoulder, barely big enough for one and just some lonely homes out on it. We’re sideswiped by a truck carrying something so hard that it spins us (again). I get out to assess the damage and find the truck was carrying Christmas trees as one of them had been left behind.

I tell ELD to help me put it in my SUV because damn it my vehicle was hurt so I’m keeping this tree. As we do that the truck comes back and it’s driven by a middle aged woman (literally my age but she seemed somehow older) with permed blonde hair. A pencil thin lady cop arrives to assess the damage too but she and the driver know each other. (The driver keeps making bad pig jokes and the cop is laughing). They insist there is no damage to my SUV (and it does just look muddy) but I’m insisting it has to be damaged because we were hit hard enough to spin us off the road.

The cop ignores me until I show her my arm just as she’s ready to leave. I said, ‘does all this bruising count as evidence I was hit?’ My whole arm is black and blue and when the cop takes my hand to rotate the arm to evaluate me on the other side of my arm is a branch impaling it after gouging about three inches of flesh. But it’s my right arm which makes no sense because I was driving and didn’t notice the windshield being cracked. That’s when I woke up.