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So I wake this morning at 3:30 to the alarm. Eep. And, as usual when my sleep cycle is interrupted, I remember my dreams especially well. One stands out (enough that I can still remember it as I type):
I was visiting my parents, just a casual visit for a few days, and we had to go do something so we got in the car. I was sitting next to Dad. Dad was driving. We were in the back seat. Yes, the back seat. I knew this in the dream, knew it was odd, knew Dad liked to drive from there. He was commenting on how easy it was to handle backing out and stuff like that, just turn around in the seat (don't ask, I don't know!). I'd swear Mom was there but I didn't see her in the front seat when I was peering around the seats.
Finally, I noticed he had a hard plastic steering wheel attached to the (soft vinyl) back of the driver's seat in front of him. I commented on it - I was surprised to register that, even though he was driving in the back, he had gone to the effort of putting a wheel there. (I suppose I thought he would reach all the way to the front seat? Urk?)
Weird. And I guess my mind stayed in dream logic land when I woke up. 'Cause since my boyfriend isn't going to the funeral, and has work today, I had to get up pretty quickly. And efficiently. So, as you sometimes do for these moments, I had prepared my outfit for the day so that I could grab it easily and go change.
And I actually had track of all the elements: pants, shirt, underwear, socks. (This is important. Preparing for a busy day, I have been known to forget one or another of these, much to my dismay on the busy day.) So I grabbed the hanger and went down to the bathroom to actually change. Underwear, check. Socks. I was VERY surprised when, as I was dealing with the socks, the pants fell off their hanger and slumped to the floor.
I find this very amusing now, because I had stored the socks with the rest of the ensemble by the expedient of clipping them in the same clips that held the bottom cuffs of the pants to their hanger.... I distinctly remember being dismayed and wondering why the pants fell off, because I had only unclipped the socks (that being all I was interested in).
Apparently the pants were just supposed to float there until the clips closed again. (When the first one released, and the whole thing tilted to the other side, I thought, wow, it's really sensitive to the weight of the socks in its balance.)
I'm glad they didn't. Now that I'm more awake, I don't think I could deal with floating pants today.
I was visiting my parents, just a casual visit for a few days, and we had to go do something so we got in the car. I was sitting next to Dad. Dad was driving. We were in the back seat. Yes, the back seat. I knew this in the dream, knew it was odd, knew Dad liked to drive from there. He was commenting on how easy it was to handle backing out and stuff like that, just turn around in the seat (don't ask, I don't know!). I'd swear Mom was there but I didn't see her in the front seat when I was peering around the seats.
Finally, I noticed he had a hard plastic steering wheel attached to the (soft vinyl) back of the driver's seat in front of him. I commented on it - I was surprised to register that, even though he was driving in the back, he had gone to the effort of putting a wheel there. (I suppose I thought he would reach all the way to the front seat? Urk?)
Weird. And I guess my mind stayed in dream logic land when I woke up. 'Cause since my boyfriend isn't going to the funeral, and has work today, I had to get up pretty quickly. And efficiently. So, as you sometimes do for these moments, I had prepared my outfit for the day so that I could grab it easily and go change.
And I actually had track of all the elements: pants, shirt, underwear, socks. (This is important. Preparing for a busy day, I have been known to forget one or another of these, much to my dismay on the busy day.) So I grabbed the hanger and went down to the bathroom to actually change. Underwear, check. Socks. I was VERY surprised when, as I was dealing with the socks, the pants fell off their hanger and slumped to the floor.
I find this very amusing now, because I had stored the socks with the rest of the ensemble by the expedient of clipping them in the same clips that held the bottom cuffs of the pants to their hanger.... I distinctly remember being dismayed and wondering why the pants fell off, because I had only unclipped the socks (that being all I was interested in).
Apparently the pants were just supposed to float there until the clips closed again. (When the first one released, and the whole thing tilted to the other side, I thought, wow, it's really sensitive to the weight of the socks in its balance.)
I'm glad they didn't. Now that I'm more awake, I don't think I could deal with floating pants today.