Yes, I gave in and stayed home today. I don’t take sick days very often, but it was all I could do to get through the school day and my rehearsals yesterday. Not so good. Phenergan is my friend.
But I’ve never gone more than two days without a post. Can’t start that trend now, what with my third birfday coming up, can I? Mais non. So here it is. I’ll tell the tale while it’s still somewhat fresh in my mind.
I had a dream this morning. I know it was this morning, because the Thriller’s alarm startled me out of it. I was with my students on choir tour, but instead of NYC, we were in Dallas. It wasn’t a part of Dallas I’ve ever seen, or that even exists. It looked more like, say, a European city, with old, delightful apartment buildings and shops, lined up close together on narrow streets. As I sat on the tour bus and told my students, “We’ll be seeing this part of the city later,” a text-messagy-type update scrolled across my phone screen: Paul McCartney dead. Then my phone went dead. I couldn’t retrieve the message to see if that was what I’d really read, or if I was mistaken.
Immediate switch to a concert venue. Students have vanished; I’m there with people I don’t know to listen to a band I’d never heard of. I’m sitting on the right side of what I believe was a church, but I’m seated under an eave, where I can’t get phone service. Finally, I can take it no more. I ask the man next to me if he’d heard anything about McCartney, and he said, “Oh, yeah. I heard that on the news yesterday.”
Rinnnng, rinnnng, rinnnng…
This is why I never remember my dreams: they’re too stupid. I think I know why the phone was involved, though, seeing as how I spent three hours last night rebuilding the replacement Droid Verizon sent me (my camera and gallery went kaput, so I finally used the insurance policy I’ve been paying into for years). It’s still not where I want it settings-wise, but it’s getting there. Thank the gods for backups of contacts, ja? I just wish Android would have saved the free apps as well as the paid ones.
Anyway, I’m not sure why McCartney was involved. We can’t lose that guy yet, please. Do you know another 68-year-old man with full-voice high Bs? What a performer, wow. Beyond words.
OK, I’m off to make tea and curl up on the couch.
Sorry to hear that you aren’t feeling well, sweets! But good on you for taking the day off and letting yourself get some rest.
Weird about the dream! Hope it isn’t some kind of pre-tuition or something.
Dreams are always stupid.
Me too! And my dreams are always dumb. Some people can recount full stories of their dreams. I’m not near that creative, awake or asleep. HA
So here’s my dream from this morning. I was leading a group of kids, delivering mail. We were going along nicely, even side of the street 10, 8, 6, …then I saw a machete and large wooden object (wasn’t a bat) that we had forgotten at # 2 so I and a couple of kids that were in front went to get the machete and large wooden object and there was some confusion since some kids thought they were supposed to go to number 4 but we went to number 2 so some kids went to number 4 and LLLLLAAA LAA DE LAAAA my alarm went off.
The only time I usually remember dreams is if I am suddenly awakened like this morning. The alarm rarely wakes me up but it did. Harold thought it was for him (he has to be at work at 6:00 and me 6:15) so he was trying to turn of his alarm but it wasn’t his it was mine HAAA that always cracks me up.
Hope you are feeling better!!! xoxo
Hahaha — the thing about Harold trying to hit his own alarm KRAKKED me up. HAahahaha. He’s such a sweetheart, and here we are laughing at him. *sNICkeR*
Just so you know, friend…your dream made absolutely no sense. I don’t even have the energy to read your first paragraph a third time. LOL
I’m not violently sick anymore, luv, thanks for asking — but just kinda icky. I have inservice today, too, which will likely make me sicker…or I’ll die of ennui. I don’t know which is worse.
Sure hope you’re feeling better!