Nightmare!!
Cats: Personal, House|I just woke up a 1/2 hour ago from a pretty bad nightmare. I think it might have been my first ‘grown-up’ nightmare - the kind mothers have for their children, or husbands have for - well, let me explain it to you:
We were in our house. Except, of course, because it was a dream, it wasn’t really our house, nor was it the house we’re trying to make an offer on. Actually, that fact didn’t make me realize it wasn’t a dream; after I woke up, it was the fact that my wife and I don’t have to go to work today that confirmed to me that I had dreamt it.
We had both gotten ready for work and were just getting ready to go out the door at 7:30am to be at work at 8am (not the actual times we would go to work, fyi, but the time was important to me for some reason). All of a sudden I noticed that we had been burglarized. I started rushing through the house, trying to determine how the burglar got in, what all he stole, etc. Some of the light fixtures were damaged, as if they were on when the burglar was present and he smashed them instead of flipping the light switches. The door of our safe was pried open, and our water heater tank was stolen…not the whole water heater - just the external tank had been ripped off, and I was looking at what my brain apparently thinks the inside of a water heater looks like. Something I did wonder about in the middle of my dream: how did we take showers this morning without noticing our water heater was damaged & the tank was gone?? (Maybe that explains why there was no water all over the floor in the dream, as there would be in reality–you know, we used it up by taking our showers??)
Anyway, as I tried to figure out how the burglar got in, I noticed a hole in the ceiling from our utility room where the water heater was, leading up into what I believe I described in the dream as ‘our basketball court’. Yeah, there was a big dancehall-sized room that had a very well-finished hardwood floor and all-black walls…very strange. I think there’s always a room like that in my dreams (with or without the hardwood floors) that is all black - usually ultra glossy black, as if it were highly polished onyx. Let me rephrase this: this sort of room was reminiscent of my only recurring nightmare I had growing up, which consisted of me flying around a much larger version of ths sort of room, but the ‘walls’ were basically rows of lights that went on forever. It was very orderly, but something about that place always scared the crap out of me for some reason. That was the whole nightmare I had as a kid - just flying around that place…but I digress. Back to this morning’s fright:
My wife was anxious to get to work and didn’t want to deal with it at that moment, and just shouted at me ‘You’re crazy’ as I yelled back at her to make a list of everything I was telling her was damaged or stolen, and also asking her to call in to work to let them know we’d be late. “And tell them why; they’ll understand that we have to call in a claim,” which proves we did at least have the same insurance claims jobs we have in real life.
Do you think all the calls from people filing claims are finally getting to me?
