I have horrible dreams on a regular basis. Sometimes they include people I know, and sometimes they include people I don’t know. Some are worse than others. But they have a couple recurrent themes. Anxiety – like the one where I’m running down a gravel road in a dress and high heels trying to make it somewhere for something important. I’m normally in Colorado in that dream, which is weird, because Colorado is the place I am least likely to wear a dress or heels in real life. Right now I would be really pumped (seriously, stop) to wear heels anywhere, but my foot refuses to comply with these desires.
My other recurrent dream involves disasters. Sometimes it is natural disaster, and sometimes it is horrible accident, and other times it involves serial killers dressed as cops knocking on the door of the cabin in the woods in the middle of the night. Did you see the movie Secret Window? Cause I did. I’m starting to think maybe I watch too many movies and entirely too many crime shows.
When I was in the ATL last weekend, Christy’s neighbor got locked out and came by her apartment to get a spare key. Because she is someone important in the HOA, she has the keys to all the condos in her building. I’m sure I knew that there was a person like this in most condo associations, but I had two immediate thoughts. 1. Damn, she is trusted and responsible, this is what happens when you are a lawyer. 2. If anyone is ever murdered in her building, she will be an immediate suspect because she has everyone’s spare key. And then I had a third thought, which was, what is wrong with you that you think about this sort of thing?
Wish me luck, I’m off to test the ole foot out in Drew’s yoga class. I may be crying tonight, but right now I’m really excited.
the thin line between optimism and delusion... 