Since I’m still in the hotel and running out of things to blog about, I give unto you: Not one, but two (for the price of one) nonsensical dreams that I woke up with a few mornings ago:
#1:
I had worn my contact lenses all day, when suddenly in the afternoon sometime, my left eye REALLY started bothering me. I griped to whoever was around about how my left contact always wears out so much faster than my right one. And I went into the bathroom to remove my contact lens.
It came off of my eye, just like normal, except when I looked at my palm, where the contact was supposed to be, there was this little wad of clear plastic. I examined further and found that, in actuality, I had popped out of my left eye the following contents: Not one, not two, not three, but FOUR of those tiny Ziploc bags that hold board game tokens when you buy a new game. Furthermore, there was one slightly larger shrink-wrapped bag that obviously had the contents pushed through it, as there was a hole in the side of it.
“Ahhh!” I thought to myself, “So that’s why my eye was bothering me.” And then I went outside to show whoever I was with…
So, apparently I was just going about my business – probably unpacking a board game – when all of a sudden, unbeknownst to me, something slipped and… Wouldn’t you know it! Those bags flew right into my eye without my noticing! And, to top it off, when I popped them out, the actual contact had remained in my eye.
NO WONDER my eye was bothering me!
#2
Shannon and I were in a house. It was a quaint old house – fully furnished. It felt like we had just bought it or were about to buy it or something like that. We were really excited because we liked it a lot.
Well, for some reason that I can’t explain, we decided that some of the items downstairs needed to be moved upstairs. So I wrapped items around my neck and loaded my arms with candlesticks or something like that - so that I really had a full load.
Shannon and I went over to the stairs and went up them, all normal like. At the top of the stairs there was a hallway going straight ahead. It was a very quaint hallway – richly carpeted, art on the walls, wall sconces, beautiful and very homey feeling. The only thing was that, from floor to ceiling, the hallway was only about 4 ½ feet tall!
I was slightly surprised/amused to find this out. But I took it in stride and proceeded to do what anybody who was loaded down with an armload of random stuff would do in that situation:
I got down on my knees, and then slowly lowered myself to my stomach, so that I was lying flat on my stomach. And then I proceeded to use my just arms to drag myself across the carpet – thoroughly appreciating the décor along the way.
It was a long hallway, but no matter! My feeling of excitement rose the further I dragged myself and my load. I had an increasing sense that THIS was a house that Shannon and I could grow old in! When we were nearing the end of the hallway, which I think is where the bedrooms were, Shannon, who was behind me and out of sight excitedly said, and I kid you not:
“Honey! Clearly we are hobbits! I think, when we grow old, we’ll have the little boys come and help us out when we need to get up here.”
Clearly...
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