Yesterday was a typical day. I arrived home from work. Loaded up my car with the tires I’m getting put on today (it being mid-May and two weeks since the last blizzard, I’m fairly confident it’s now safe to remove my snow tires). Skyped with the kid. Took a three hour nap. Woke up. Played on the internet and did a bit of writing. Went to bed. Woke up in the middle of the night and had a lovely conversation with my roommate about her new dog. Went back to sleep. Woke up several minutes before my alarm went off and remembered, I live by myself.
So, three possible things happened.
- I dreamed it all, but in my very realistic dream I happened to be lying in my bed wearing the exact same pajamas I wore last night, in the dark, at 12:03 (I distinctly remember looking at the clock).
- I hallucinated it.
- Someone broke into my house (I often forget to lock the door; it’s North Dakota, for God’s sake), came into my bedroom, and had a conversation with me about her new dog.
Either way, I am very confused today.
Very disturbing. Supposedly, you can’t read clocks in dreams so I guess 1 is out. Not sure which would be better: 2 or 3?
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