Perchance to dream
Jul. 12th, 2010 12:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vanillafluffyAfter church, WalMart, where I finished reading "The Last Olympian". Yes, it's tacky of me, I know, I own it---but there's a massive waiting list at the library, so I've worked my way through it in three sessions over the last week, and afterward went and picked up a couple things, so they ARE getting my business.
Came home and took a nap, as there was a brief thunderstorm coming through, making it good weather to snooze in. I woke a few minutes before six, had confused thoughts, first that I was surprised it was getting light so early in the morning, next that I'd be nice and early for the food pantry again. Then my brain rebooted and I realized it was still Sunday afternoon.
To heck with it, I said, and dozed back off. And had a dream: I was walking through New York City (or a dream fascimile thereof), and I was horrified to see a loose poodle in the middle of the street. Fortunately, the traffic had stopped for a light, and I called to him. I had a few nervous minutes when he detoured under a tall bus, but he finally came over to me. I grew up with a silver standard poodle; they are quite possibly the most intelligent dogs on earth and the threat to this one really was nightmarish.
He was charcoal gray, clipped in a natural style---clean face and feet and about two inches long all over---and wore a narrow black leather with flat goold diamond-shaped studs. (Yes, I usually DO dream in vivid detail---when I remember it.) The script on his nametag was very ornate---I wasn't sure if it said "Rudy" or "Buddy", but I'm going to say Rudy, because it's more of a poodlish name, whereas Buddy sounds more like a Lab or mixed breed.
There was a fancy gold chain with an open hook on it that I tried to attach to Rudy's collar so I could lead him. It took me a couple of minutes, and he almost wandered away once, but I rigged it so that I could hold the chain instead of trying to bend over and grab his collar and walk like that.
I woke up, and it was a little after 7---new game plan is to pull an all-nighter and hit the food bank early, since it worked so well last week. My sleep schedule is buggered; falling asleep between 4 and 5 and sleeping til 10 or 11. I've tried getting up early, didn't help, tried decaffeinating (involuntary, but still), didn't help.
It's the heat. I mean, right now, it's after midnight and it's still 87F. At this rate, by September, I'll be keeping vampire's hours....
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Came home and took a nap, as there was a brief thunderstorm coming through, making it good weather to snooze in. I woke a few minutes before six, had confused thoughts, first that I was surprised it was getting light so early in the morning, next that I'd be nice and early for the food pantry again. Then my brain rebooted and I realized it was still Sunday afternoon.
To heck with it, I said, and dozed back off. And had a dream: I was walking through New York City (or a dream fascimile thereof), and I was horrified to see a loose poodle in the middle of the street. Fortunately, the traffic had stopped for a light, and I called to him. I had a few nervous minutes when he detoured under a tall bus, but he finally came over to me. I grew up with a silver standard poodle; they are quite possibly the most intelligent dogs on earth and the threat to this one really was nightmarish.
He was charcoal gray, clipped in a natural style---clean face and feet and about two inches long all over---and wore a narrow black leather with flat goold diamond-shaped studs. (Yes, I usually DO dream in vivid detail---when I remember it.) The script on his nametag was very ornate---I wasn't sure if it said "Rudy" or "Buddy", but I'm going to say Rudy, because it's more of a poodlish name, whereas Buddy sounds more like a Lab or mixed breed.
There was a fancy gold chain with an open hook on it that I tried to attach to Rudy's collar so I could lead him. It took me a couple of minutes, and he almost wandered away once, but I rigged it so that I could hold the chain instead of trying to bend over and grab his collar and walk like that.
I woke up, and it was a little after 7---new game plan is to pull an all-nighter and hit the food bank early, since it worked so well last week. My sleep schedule is buggered; falling asleep between 4 and 5 and sleeping til 10 or 11. I've tried getting up early, didn't help, tried decaffeinating (involuntary, but still), didn't help.
It's the heat. I mean, right now, it's after midnight and it's still 87F. At this rate, by September, I'll be keeping vampire's hours....
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Date: 2010-07-12 05:08 pm (UTC)This morning, I ended up napping with my head at the foot of the bed, just because it was closer to the fan.