2000-12-29 - 14:23:42
Dreams and Dresses

*rubbing eyes irritably* Today, of all days, when I am already going to miss two hours of work in the afternoon, the worst possible day to sleep in, I slept in. Of course. At least the boss is still gone, and the remaining secretary was also late, so she's not going to give me much grief about it. I'll just take half-lunches all next week, and everything will be all nice again.

Goodness, I have the most bizarre imagination. About the time my alarm was supposed to go off, I started dreaming that I was in a car with my family, sitting behind my dad, driving back home from a long trip. We were on an enormous divided freeway, and as I glanced over the railing down at the traffic going the other direction, I was startled by whole lines of cars leaping into the air, then vanishing from sight. I couldn't see the actual road surface, so I was puzzled until we came to a gap and looked back, and saw an enormous wreck ... with cars at the back end still leaping over scattered car parts and crashing into the mess.

Apparently this had been going on for some time, because then we came to a staircase between the two sections of road, and then the entire road ahead of us was filled with refugees from the lower section. Everyone was sooty and tattered and had miserable expressions on there faces ... and weren't careful of where they were walking. I screamed at my dad, and he said "I know what I'm doing, don't tell me how to drive," then narrowly avoided hitting several people, came an inch from scraping the open door off of an abandoned car in front of us, and finally signalled over to an exit and got off the freeway.

Poof, we were in my parents' town, driving down the main street. There were more refugees everywhere. Dad slowed down to ask one of them a question, and he screamed that it was all destroyed, nothing was safe, and then ran off. Then we drove by my bank, which normally has brick pillars and plants all around it and a brick facade, and the pillars were crumbled and there were holes in the facade and there were flames everywhere. We drove through town some more, and everywhere we looked there were flaming holes in various buildings.

Apparently, there'd been a large meteor shower!!!

Then we got to "our house". It was an enormous, four-story gabled Victorian, nothing like our real house. Dad took us up to the attic looking for damage, then starting hunting in a closet, when we heard noise downstairs. Mom started mumbling about how she'd shatter if she tried going back across the uneven floor and down the stairs, so I picked her up and started running with her. She was much smaller and more fragile than in real life, and cried "I'm going to crack!"everytime I leaped over something.

It turns out there was a prison work crew operating in the lowest two levels of the house. Men in orange jumpsuits were everywhere, and a kindly older man in a uniform told us we'd best stay above while they finished the repairs.

And then I woke up.

*laughing* And that's one of my tamer dreams. No wonder I don't often let myself get more than six hours of sleep. When I do, I am treated to strange sagas playing in my mind. And then people wonder why I want to be a writer. *grin*

As for real life ... Well, the bridesmaids' dresses never arrived, so the bride ordered some more from a different company and had them overnighted to her favorite bridal shop. She's picking them up today at noon. While she was telling me this on my cell last night, I was wandering around WSQ looking for a Payless Shoes. When I found it, the ladies behind the counter kindly told me it takes 7 days to get Dyeables! Since when? That means I am without footwear. I'll have to buy some ordinary dress shoes ...

... Oh well. I am the maid of honor, after all, I can look different and have everything still be OK. Besides, I'm already the only bridesmaid with short hair. If my navy pumps aren't satiny and perfectly matched like theirs, big deal.

*stretching* Life is so damned chaotic sometimes. Oh well, Illegitimi Non Carborundum, right?