I had one of those dreams last night. The kind that have you waking up in a cold sweat, grateful to be under your own blanket in your own bed. I would call it a nightmare, but the truth is, it wasn’t all that scary, when I was dreaming it.
I was zipping down the road at a nice–but perfectly lawful–clip, and trying to buckle my seat belt.
A blue hybrid–one of those old, boxy things, with the enormous battery in the back–hit me head-on. The car was really, really blue. He was out of his lane, and I was distracted And for a second, I was flying through the air, or at least, knocked firmly around.
Everything went black–probably due to far too much TV–and then, I woke up.
That makes the second bad-enough-to-wake-you-up dream in the last couple of weeks.
No, I really don’t know why you have to know about this.
And yeah, maybe this is just a sign that I need more fish in my diet, or an extra vitamin pill before bed.
But at the moment…
Buckle your seat belts before you get on the freeway, and don’t drive distracted.
This has been a public service announcement from Karen’s subconscious.