Mar 20, 2008 10:12
I'm sitting on my parents driveway with Nico propped up a certain way on a box. Even in my dream I'm placing him the right way so he doesn't overheat. Now my dreams are compulsive too, wonderful. Steve is standing next to me and mom is at the garage door staring out at us. And dad is throwing a strumenz at the bottom of the driveway.
I'm late for work. It's like noon. By the time I get to work it'll be time to go back home but I telepathically ask Steve to look up the Farmingdale train times. He crouches by Nico to find the schedule as dad starts backing his truck down the driveway. His head is out the window yelling at me because apparently he's on time. I throw on a suit jacket and tell him, "I'll just go with you in the car."
But he screams back in a huff, "I'm taking the train!"
And my alarm goes off. I grumble and go to work.
Dad strolls in past nine today and Debbie starts in about the traffic. The Debster lives in Queens so she always gives dad a heads up on the highway situations. She gets on a road, assesses the situation, calls dad. Same thing, every morning. Though this day is different.
"I wouldn't know," he says. "I took the train."
Weird.
the surge,
dream grrl