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I kept dreaming and waking up last night, so - although there are portions of these dreams that are unrelated - I've divided them into three parts.

Parte the First

I was riding a bus with Adrian Monk¹. I was also a TV detective or mystery-solver of some sort with my own show, maybe sort of like the one on Medium. I looked like Laura Roslin from Battlestar Galactica though. Somehow - whether through a Groundhog Day thing or because we both had psychic powers - Monk and I both knew that he was about to get shot by a bullet ricocheting from somewhere outside the bus, and we tried to stop it even though - like Daniel Faraday on Lost - we knew that there was no way to change the inevitable. I saw the bullet flying through the air in slow motion and saw it hit Monk, at which point I threw myself on him sobbing and told him that I loved him and I had always loved him. The woman in the seat behind him took his wedding ring off, because she felt if I was confessing my love for him as he died, it would be best for the both of us if he weren't wearing it. That made me sob harder and say, "I love you! I love Trudy!" The bus pulled up to my stop, and I was going to get off, and then rethought it and said, "I love you so much! Who cares if I'm late to work? I'll stay with you until the end." Then as the bus was about to pull away, I realized that we were stopped right outside the hospital, and that he might not have to die after all. So I took him to the hospital.

In the next part of the dream, it was twenty years later and we were having dinner at home, but each one of our kids had to sit at their own table - Monk seemed to have lost most of his OCD habits, but the kids had inherited some of them or made up their own, including having to sit at their own tables.

Then we were in the same room, but it was in a restaurant now. I walked into another room where one tomboy daughter of ours was having a fight with her boyfriend (I thought she was a son until she turned around and looked at me) at her own table. One of the waiters said that the restaurant was infested with these creatures that looked like beautiful women in Cats costumes/makeup, although he had captured one and felt he had to show me that it was actually a male.

I walked away and then dropped the contents of my wallet all over some stairs. Some girls helped me pick it up, but one nearby diner stole my credit card and said that she wouldn't give it back to me until she'd confirmed that it was valid.

Parte the Seconde

I dreamt that I had to go to church, so I went to Sunday school instead and was doing some kind of craft project, then we went to a potluck afterwards. I went to drop off my grandma's friend, Rachel Lynde, who blamed me when her all-white pantsuit got dirty from brushing against my car. I ended up back at my grandma's house and somewhere in all of this, my parents went missing. The police and everyone I knew was looking for them, but when we hadn't found them after a certain amount of time, I decided that meant we would never find them. Then I saw them waving through my grandma's back door, but they were all wibbly so I knew that they were ghosts, although everyone else there could see them too.

Parte the Thirde

I was in Grenoble with my sister and we stopped to get a sandwich at this stand because I knew that they put mustard on their cheese sandwiches. I could tell the sandwich lady was annoyed that everyone was ordering in English so I ordered our food in French, but I didn't know how to tell her that my sister wanted "extra onions" so I just said, "more onions" and was very frustrated that I couldn't translate the request exactly. Then I told the lady that this was the only place I kept coming back to, because she was the only one who wasn't mean and didn't make me cry when I tried to order in French. She thought I meant Grenoble, as opposed to her sandwich stand, and recommended that I go on a steamboat river cruise while I was there.

¹ Why was Monk riding a bus? This is out of character.

srah - Sunday, 1 February 2009 - 2:19 PM
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Comments (2)

gravatar Fraulein N - February 4, 2009 - 2:48 PM -

I especially love that you only have one footnote.

gravatar srah - February 4, 2009 - 5:23 PM -

I love footnotes! Even singular footnotes!

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