I love my dreams. The ones I manage to remember usually occur after my 6 o'clock "having to get up and pee" break. When I crawl back between my cozy flannel sheets again for an hour or so.
The one I woke up with this morning was very interesting.
Wheelie and I were living in some sort of senior apartment complex. No front doors, and we could see right into the neighbor's front room. The had recently changed their decor from all pastels/Florida style, to very modern but fussy black red and gray.
I wanted to try out the 'panic button' in the apartment, and I did. The alarm sounded very loud and shrill. Nobody came. Hmmm...I thought....
My neighbor explained to me that he was in charge of responding to the alarm and since he knew it was me just trying it out, he ignored it.
We got ready for breakfast, which was some huge buffet affair in the dining room.
Tables and counters filled with pastries, cakes, breads. But no cereal. Wheelie wanted cereal, the hot kind.
So, I got pissed and complained that it would have taken much shorter and cost much less to scramble a few eggs and make a big pot of oatmeal, then to stand in the kitchen all night baking pastries and breads.
Anyway, we decided to leave and find a restaurant that served breakfast.
Wheelie was impatient and ran ahead of me...I tried very hard to keep up with him in his wheel chair, but he disappeared on the horizon.
I found myself smack in the middle of Madrid. I noticed how nice the wheelchair ramps were constructed on all the sidewalks, some sea foam blue popcorn concrete that was smoothed out at a perfect angle. I marveled at how clean everything was and bright and sunny.
Wheelie was nowhere in sight, and I had acquired a stroller, with Boo-Boo in it, she was hungry too, dirty and snotty all over.
We ran into a couple and asked them if they knew where this restaurant was that served smoked salmon only on Sunday. They didn't know. Another couple walked up, and we asked again. They told us it was in some sort of huge important Embassy building, and they couldn't give me directions because I would only get lost again...they said...
At this point I woke up, it was 7:30 and we had to scramble, because Bugs would be here with Boo-Boo at 8.
It would have been neat to find out if I ever met up with Wheelie again, or if we found the restaurant.
It's always fun to try and explain dreams, this one has a few interesting points.
It would be interesting to hear y'all's interpretations.
It's a wonderful sunny spring day here in Georgia. Took Boo-Boo out shopping, but didn't buy anything.
Have a happy day!
SGMKJ!
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