Daytripper

You know you have spent too much time reading blogs when they and their writers enter your dreams.

It wasn’t very long ago I had a dream about Dooce’s hubby. He was in the background of the whole dream, never a key figure. Like he was in every coffee shop we went to, or he was the driver of a taxi.

Last night Alex’s Human was in one of my dreams..

We were visiting Will’s buddy in Washington, so AH went out to eat with us (some funky brewery place so the atmosphere is all hazy and distorted.) She started telling me how she had lost her job and she was going to have to sell Alex or live on the streets. She was seriously considering how she could live on the street with her spoiled rotten dog. I kept saying “Its ok, your family loves you and we can help you.” But she wasn’t listening, just going over and over how her poor dog was going to starve, no thoughts on herself and eating.
Then we all walked outside and Rhayn’s cowboy hat fell into a spider’s web (the spider was huge and I made my mom get the hat out, because she likes spiders… or at least she did in my dream.)
I ran over to talk to my friend Darrell, (who had appeared out of nowhere and was having a smoke) to grab a drag off of his cigarette really fast before anyone could see me. But it wasn’t lit and neither of us had a lighter or matches, so I had to run back to my truck before anyone saw Darrell.

I am not sure what woke me up at that point, but that was the end of my disjointed funky dream. I think that the weirdness of it has to do with waking up at 5 am to take Andrew to the airport and being home and back in bed and asleep by 6 am. I guess its one good thing about living this close to the airport.