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Millari's Dream # 647
May. 9th, 2005 08:35 amWell, not so much about the dream, but the aftermath....
I awoke at 5:30 am from a terrifying dream that a tsunami-type wave was rushing through the bay windows of my home (note: I don't have bay windows, I think my brain was appropriating an image from the new Battlestar Galactica series, actually). My heart was racing, and I was possessed with this irrational idea that a massive earthquake was about to hit and maybe the Connecticut would erupt into a tsunami.
Pretty ridiculous, eh? Well, even I had enough wherewithall to tell myself how ridiculous that was, but some sort of magical thinking really had its talons on me, and I laid there thinking things like, "What if it *did* happen, though, and I didn't do anything about it, didn't wake up GF and he died?
I looked through the shades and noticed the sky was a rainy-portending grey. Then, it hit me. There were no birds chirping! It was 5:30 am and there were no bird noises whatsoever. Aren't the birds awake and chirping by now? What time do birds wake up, I asked myself. Don't animals know just before a major cataclysmic event happens? Don't the birds go all quiet?
By now, I had to pee (probably explaining the tsunami dream) so I got up, noticed Stinky sound asleep on my bed. Hmmm....he doesn't seem alarmed. But then, he's old and kinda deaf. Maybe he wouldn't hear the earthquake coming. By the time I got back from the bathroom, I was paranoid enough that I couldn't stop myself from putting on my sneakers, just in case I had to get up in a hurry. (It's that Smith fire drill conditioning, still rolling around in my head after all these years. I almost put on a robe too...) I laid there on the bed, sneakers on, glasses on, trying to stop my mind from whirring. I got really sleepy again, but I couldn't not take the stuff off. I got under the covers in my sneakers and with my glasses on. Not my finest moment of sanity. :)
Still, to my credit, I tried challenging my irrational thinking again - Feisty wasn't here warning us. Surely, she's still young and together enough to spot a natural disaster. But I couldn't take my sneakers off because it was 5:40 and those DAMN BIRDS STILL HADN'T MADE A PEEP! They knew something. I just couldn't shake the conviction.
So I half-heartedly tried to wake up GF and ask him what time the birds start singing. He has trouble sleeping sometimes, so I figured he'd know. But he wasn't really waking up and I felt guilty waking him anyway. So I laid there until almost 6:00 am, when finally, a lone bird blurted out a tentative chirp.
THANK GOD! I kicked off my sneakers and fell asleep almost immediately.
I awoke at 5:30 am from a terrifying dream that a tsunami-type wave was rushing through the bay windows of my home (note: I don't have bay windows, I think my brain was appropriating an image from the new Battlestar Galactica series, actually). My heart was racing, and I was possessed with this irrational idea that a massive earthquake was about to hit and maybe the Connecticut would erupt into a tsunami.
Pretty ridiculous, eh? Well, even I had enough wherewithall to tell myself how ridiculous that was, but some sort of magical thinking really had its talons on me, and I laid there thinking things like, "What if it *did* happen, though, and I didn't do anything about it, didn't wake up GF and he died?
I looked through the shades and noticed the sky was a rainy-portending grey. Then, it hit me. There were no birds chirping! It was 5:30 am and there were no bird noises whatsoever. Aren't the birds awake and chirping by now? What time do birds wake up, I asked myself. Don't animals know just before a major cataclysmic event happens? Don't the birds go all quiet?
By now, I had to pee (probably explaining the tsunami dream) so I got up, noticed Stinky sound asleep on my bed. Hmmm....he doesn't seem alarmed. But then, he's old and kinda deaf. Maybe he wouldn't hear the earthquake coming. By the time I got back from the bathroom, I was paranoid enough that I couldn't stop myself from putting on my sneakers, just in case I had to get up in a hurry. (It's that Smith fire drill conditioning, still rolling around in my head after all these years. I almost put on a robe too...) I laid there on the bed, sneakers on, glasses on, trying to stop my mind from whirring. I got really sleepy again, but I couldn't not take the stuff off. I got under the covers in my sneakers and with my glasses on. Not my finest moment of sanity. :)
Still, to my credit, I tried challenging my irrational thinking again - Feisty wasn't here warning us. Surely, she's still young and together enough to spot a natural disaster. But I couldn't take my sneakers off because it was 5:40 and those DAMN BIRDS STILL HADN'T MADE A PEEP! They knew something. I just couldn't shake the conviction.
So I half-heartedly tried to wake up GF and ask him what time the birds start singing. He has trouble sleeping sometimes, so I figured he'd know. But he wasn't really waking up and I felt guilty waking him anyway. So I laid there until almost 6:00 am, when finally, a lone bird blurted out a tentative chirp.
THANK GOD! I kicked off my sneakers and fell asleep almost immediately.
