…is always a little disturbed. Maybe it’s the heat. Maybe it’s the fan that you left on because of the heat. Maybe it’s weird karma floating around from last week’s solar eclipse.
Whatever it was, I had a really weird, really distinct dream last night. Â It all had the feel of a happy Ray Bradbury short story. Based in the real world, with eerie fantastical elements, but completely safe at the same time.
The parts I remember went something like this…
I was headed back to my high school, to try out, for all things, the track team. It was the same sort of dark, pre-dawn warm almost-summer morning the kind I remember from the relaxed end of swim season. Â I was carpooling with my non-swimmer carpool buddy (real person who failed to recognize me at another’s friend’s wedding a few years ago), and somehow we ended up on the highway, and then in Thailand, drinking frosty fruit things, on a very large boat. More like a moving building, really.
We were there, apparently, to get our fortunes told. While waiting for Fortune Teller #1, who was an elderly white mother of my nonexistent friend Michelle (my brain is very detailed when making stuff up), we stopped by what I assume was a more junior fortune teller. Â This fellow was a bit like the goofy neighborhood boy in Coraline. (That one’s name, by the way, is Wybie. And there are a surprising number of Wybie <3 Coraline videos online, but no real clips. Odd.) Â This one decided that out of my (now numerous) friends, I should get my fortune told last, because, you know, Â mine was special, so there might be a lot to talk about. Â Best not to rush the imaginary soothsaying.
The track team tryouts? Â Oh, well, we’d figure something out later. Â Maybe we’d be back in time. You know how it goes.
After waiting what seemed a moment (magic of dreams), there was only one person left between me and the guy who, um… was now wearing thick circle goggles.  Anyhow, the one person in front of me was a bookwormish Real Person, also from high school.  I remember hearing that she went to Berkeley, and haven’t heard from/about her since.  Odd that she’d appear here.  Anyhow,  as she moved her  away from the table, it was finally my turn!
Taking a good look at this floppy fellow, with a smile and head cocked to one side…I was kinda curious to see what my fortune was gonna be. Â Really curious.
…But then the bread machine that I’d carefully set the night before beeped, and the real world smell of fresh bread reminded me I had a 7:30 am meeting to be getting to.
Maybe the moral of the story is, don’t wait in line? Â Ditch the old high school non-friends if I see ’em, because they’ll just get in my way? Â Alas. Â Maybe I’ll try eating super spicy food and sleeping with AC off today.
This kinda weirdness happens to me when seasons change too. I feel like I usually forget those, though.
