I could feel the breeze grazing my face, my hair flying wild behind me, as I grasped tightly to a single white sheet and my ipod. The magic carpet ride hurtled through the sky over a changing landscape of barren rocky mountains and Dr. Seuss like make-believe. I felt the exhilaration of flying and the tickle you get in your tummy when a roller coaster drops down it’s biggest hill. My ride began twisting and turning more. Many times I almost slipped off. I began to feel some pangs of fear as I realized that I had no control over this ride and it seemed to never stop. It became more dangerous with every slant and slope. I knew I was losing grip of the sheet. I plummeted through the sky and I had to hold on to my iPod – I could not let it fall. I began to moan and groan with discomfort when the exhaustion of holding on began to overwhelm me. I feared that I may drop my iPod and slide off the carpet myself.
I tossed and turned, awakening to my own whimpers. I untangled myself from the sheet and thin blanket wrapped precariously around my body and fell out of bed onto my feet. Hobbling like a confused old man, I made my way into the kitchen and turned on my Keurig coffee pot. Still foggy minded from the strange carpet ride dream I began to brew my first cup of coffee. It was making a different sound than normal when my mind snapped to realization. I forgot to put a coffee mug under the dispenser! Aaaagghhh! I rushed a cup over in time to capture at least some bolstering brew into the mug.
You know you had a rough night when you need coffee to wake up enough in order to make your coffee!
And what was with that dream anyway? It was not alcohol nor narcotic induced and I had not had any doings with flying carpets recently. I can only deduce that it must have some hidden meaning. And the prominence of the iPod in the dream baffles me as well.
The after effects of a vivid dream can be haunting – And since this happened yesterday and I still have it hovering in my mind, I think this dream will be intruding on my psyche for awhile.
Today is 11-11-11 and many people like to celebrate these rare occasions but this is really the first time I’ve realized the numbers lining up. It only took 41 years! I had hoped to start this day off early and get all my busy work done so I could have the time to put in a good blog entry, but tis not to be. My problem is I just don’t like waking up in the morning. I like sleeping. It’s comforting, cozy and warm under the blankets and my eyes want to stay closed and my mind wants to stay in sleep mode. Once I am up and going I get more work done in the morning than any other time, I just have a big issue with the actual getting up part. I don’t know when that happened for sure because I can remember when I was young and in school I’d just jump right up out of bed in the morning ready to start the day. I think maybe I started having a problem with waking up when I started college and got a job as a police dispatcher to help pay my bills. I worked the nightshift 11pm-7am and took college classes in the morning hours then would try to catch some sleep later in the day. Sometimes I’d only get a couple of hours in before it was time to start all over. It was ok at first but after almost a year of it it started to mess up my body clock because after that time period I can remember becoming acquainted with the ‘snooze’ button on my alarm. And the older I get the more times I hit that button before I can get up. Sometimes I even hit it in my sleep never waking up at all! Even if I’ve gone to bed at a decent time it still seems I don’t want to get out of bed in the morning. This confounds me.
The beauty in my life today was having my daughter wake me up. Tara sweetly approaches by lightly knocking on my bedroom door and slowly entering while saying “Mommeeee” ever so lightly. “uuhhh” I groaned and flipped in bed. “Mommy, it’s time to wake up now,” she giggles as I flip and flop and say “Noooooo, I don’t wanna get up.” Sometimes its fun to change places with your child when you are a parent. I definitely took on the roll of ‘child in bed’ with ease while Tara played ‘Mother waking up child’ with relish.