Nothing mechanical about me

Sometimes life overwhelms me! 

Lately, though, it has been a good kind of overwhelming.  So many people that when I go to sleep I dream about them, but in that crazy jigsaw way of looking at things that only dreams have.

Imagine a house with three bedrooms in one hallway, one from each of three different homes you have lived in!  Or that after writing a paper, I had a friend who is an English Professor read it and he signed a long cash register receipt stating that he had no reason to state it was an “equitable and worthy paper, before I turned it in to my teacher.”  Or that my grandson, who was still a baby, couldn’t talk yet but could walk and was going to kindergarten.  Or my dog learned to go to the bathroom in a doggie pottie that attached to the wall somehow.

Then came the emotions!  I was mad at my sister because she gave me a room where my queen sized bed wouldn’t fit and she was so mad at me she crushed out her cigarette on my table, in my cupcake and right in the middle of my mashed potatoes!  In the real world my sister has never even contemplated smoking a cigarette!  And the professor who was checking my paper?  He invented some kind of pneumatic suction machine to suck the wrong letters out of my writing.  It had one for big letters and one for small ones.  The big one exploded!  I was so terrified I woke up.

I went back to sleep and my dog started teaching me Spanish only I couldn’t understand him so he tried singing it to me and when I couldn’t get that he went to the bathroom on the floor underneath his potty machine.

Nights like this just wear me out.  They have just enough familiar faces, both human and canine that I wake up unsure if it was a dream.  I looked at my door and wondered where I was!  I haven’t been this lost since the old days when our family used to go on vacation.

I need a little knob that turns down my imagination!