This week I moved further into the 21st century and got a TiVo. What I ever did before that I don’t know…this is the easiest and fastest way to see what I want to see on television I’ve ever known. Of course, I’m sure I said the same thing about my first VCR…
My power apparently blinked off yesterday morning, a fact that doesn’t really mean that much because it’s a Saturday, but it did allow me to sleep in because the alarm didn’t go off. While my fuzzy alarm clocks did whimper and nudge at various times, they didn’t rouse me from sleep until almost 10am…something that NEVER happens in this house anymore.
I chose not to set my clock until just this morning. Well, let’s be honest, I just didn’t set it because my ADHD-wannabe mind was wrapped up in a zillion other things instead. Again, this morning, I slept until 9am, but this morning I had some disturbing dreams. I think my brain was trying to warn me that I needed to get up.
The first one took place in an airport I think. I might have being going to or returning from the UK. Either way, a young man that I’ve kind of been crushing on (can you tell I have friends that are teenagers?) was in the dream and suddenly he was with another woman. All I remember of that dream was walking along behind them and seeing them start holding hands. In retrospect, I realize that the woman looks a lot like his ex-wife…but in the dream I remember thinking she’d come out of nowhere and feeling kind of “Oh well” about the whole thing.
The second one took place at Sandy Paws, a greyhound gathering I attend in the spring. I knew the people I was staying with and had all my animals there, even my cat Mills. Someone had some greyhound puppies there, and Mills was playing with the puppies.
Suddenly these people came in, saying something about the puppies making noise, and gathered them all up into a duffel bag. It had mesh on the sides and I could see Mills in there with them, meowing, but the puppies barking and whining drowned out the meows. They took the back out the door and I hopped up to follow them. Once outside they took off at breakneck speed, dragging the bag on the ground! I chased them to some woods and caught up to them as they dumped the pups out, saying that here they wouldn’t bother people with their noise. I scooped up Mills and then confronted one of the men. He made a comment to his friend about me being AR (anti-racing) and I got in his face to tell him he was wrong. He blew me off and walked away.
Bizarr-O. Both dreams had a common theme though…I was left alone, feeling like “I knew that was going to happen,” and not being able to change anything to make myself happy. I think I need to get up on time tomorrow, and leave the drama to TiVo.