Last Night's Dream

[sun_set_bravely]

Last night I dreamed that my sister, CG, a guy I knew in high school (Patrick), and I had picked up a big, round hot tub for my sister that we were delivering to my mom's house. We rolled it up the driveway, and tried to set it down, but the cats and my dog (who was outside, strangely) kept playing with us and getting in the way. Finally, we set it down and went to the back door.

When we got there, I realized that the doorknob was gone. My sister pointed out that, duh, Mom's started keeping the doorknob on the ground by the door. She picked up the knob, put it on the door-prong, and then the door just pushed open. We realized it had never been locked. My sister just walked in and everyone followed her, but I said, "Wait! Someone's broken in! We shouldn't go inside!" They just pooh-poohed me and went about their business. I stepped inside and noticed that the fridge door was open, and that's when I grabbed the cordless phone and went outside to call 911.

I called them, and the first thing I heard was a recorded voice. It was a commercial! An ad on 911! I was so scared; I pressed different buttons hoping they would connect me to a real person, but to no avail. I heard several different commercials and then an announcer voice said, "And now back to Real Life 911 Stories on A&E." I realized I was hearing the recording of a television station. All the while, I paced around our backyard.

Finally, a real person came on, and she asked for my address and phone number, then asked if there was an emergency. I told her that my house had been broken into, and she said, "Are you sure?"

Me: "Yes, I'm sure!"
911: "What makes you think so?"
Me: "The door was open when we came in, and the fridge door is open."
(At this point, I walked back into the house to look for other clues. Patrick was sitting in the red rocking chair looking at me funny.)
911: "Okay."
Pause.
911: "Ma'am, have you been drinking?"
Me: "NO! I have not been drinking!"
(Patrick starts laughing.)
Patrick: "Yes you have! You had a drink at breakfast."
911: "Did you?"
Me: "No! I didn't!"

And at this point I realize that I did indeed have a Ghetto Heaven at breakfast, plus a small Mimosa or something like that, though I was certainly not drunk. I protested with the 911 woman and Patrick that I was not drunk, someone had actually broken into our home, and then I woke up.

When I woke up to my radio alarm, there was a medieval-type song on the radio, which brought the ceiling of the York Cathedral into my mind and made me want to watch period films all day long.

But alas, I must go to work.

Comments

I think I know what it Means

[paradelle.livejournal.com]

What intrigues me the most is the fact that the doorknob is on the ground, an obvious indication of the reckless tendencies of 18th century Native Americans and their unstoppable willingness to attain a culture they have no desire of supporting. Now, when this culture (which oddly enough might recognize its own defiance to a rare species of bird found off the island ripshaw, itself a tiny village off of the greater Nomad republic) is brought to the forefront of civilization (In this case the door itself) how interesting that it is able to work with the door, which might stand for the mis-generalization of Greg Luganis's sexual tendencies) in order to achieve something far greater than it could have imagined--the ability to help and be helped, read and be read, and ultimately, the courage to pursue a wide and threateningly open kitchen door, itself, a dark symbol of cold turkey gone bad.

Re: I think I know what it Means

[sun-set-bravely.livejournal.com]

*strikes forehead* Why, of course! I'm surprised it didn't occur to me earlier. Thank you for your illumination, my dear.