Rough Night

Ok, so it was a rough night.  I went to bed because I was falling asleep watching whatever it was on TV, so I pried myself up off the sofa, but the dogs to bed and crawled in bed myself.

I dreamt that I was in my childhood home and there was a spot of fire in the counter in the kitchen.  So I took a cup of water from the sink faucet and poured it on the fire.  The small spot doubled in size in reaction to the water and the fire blazed a little like some kind of hot chemical blaze – not like wood fire flame but more of a blue flame.  I did it again only the water was only coming out of the faucet in a trickle… I dumped it on there and the fire spread again.  I looked around for the baking soda, trying to remain calm.  There was the spot in the cabinet where I keep the baking soda – empty.  I grumbled that my husband moved it.  I grabbed my cell phone and dialed 911, only it didn’t work so I had to dial it again.  The fire was spreading.  Fast.  On the phone it looked like I had dialed “911A911.”  I explained the situation to the voice on the other end of the phone, and he said he was going to put me on hold for a minute – a full 60 seconds.  The fire had spread to the wall, it had either gone out or was consuming the wall from the inside out – I couldn’t tell which.  I told him that my kitchen was on fire and spreading rapidly and he’s going to put me on hold?  The response was laughter.  Yeah, laughter.  Lazy, leisurely laughter.  And the laughter sounded like the voice of a man who was cruel to me years ago.  I had to hang up and try again to reach 911!  And I woke up.  

I woke up, wrote the dream in the notebook I keep beside my bed, tried to shake it off and went back to sleep.

I woke up this morning with back pain like crazy and tried to soak it out in the tub and stretch it out.  It feels better now that I’ve been up and moving around. 

What’s that about?!