1:27 p.m. - 2007-01-16
Sweet dreams aren't made of this
Here I am, middle of the day, writing. A truly frightening thought on many levels. But we'll just ignore that, and tell you my dream that freaked me right the hell out upon awakening. I woke up, thinking it was a lot later than it actually was, ran downstairs to hit the bathroom...and found Buck shaving. He's never this late due to a shower. Odd beginning, and when I give him the highlights of my dream, he gives me the "stay out of the pepperoni" look. ::sigh:: Where are flights of fancy when you need them. So...
Its tornado season,yes, its real, hmpf and I'm watching the Weather Channel. Everyone I love is fine, but that undercurrent of anxiety is running hard. I see clips of really incredibly scary ugly tornados. Literally black. Where I am, has had its share, and the worst is over, so the map on television has New England brightening. However...the rest of the map of the United States from approximately New York's northern border(all the way to the Pacific), headed south is BLACK. No gaps, no grey except on the edges - can't see where the bad weather stops in the south - just black. I recall in my dream staring intently at the map wishing for change...with no result. Really effective dream management, huh? I turn around to find Buck, and he's outside doing clean up. Ok, great...except he's yelling at the girls and me about something we could not control. So, I go back in the house...and walk out the front door. With Buck in a tuxedo, and we are strolling down a crowded sidewalk. The streets are as jammed as a Mardi Gras celebration, and Buck stops to say hello to an older woman. His manner suggests that he's been intimate with her. She, and most of the folks we see, are dressed up - black tie/cocktail party dressed. Surreal doesn't even begin to cover it.
A few notes: Buck? 1) Won't dress for anything. Nada. Zip. Zero. Zilch. If he does dress, a tux is ok, but awfully constricting, in his opinion. 2) Won't go into the city on a good day; during a mob scene? Ain't gonna happen. 3) Won't walk with me - ever. Won't spend time with me at a party; disappears. 4) The older woman? My husband could never cheat. That phrase 'in good conscience?' Was made for Buck. He'd have a nervous breakdown from the guilt alone.
Hence my seriously freaked out mood upon awakening. Its all wrong, WRONG I tell you!!!
