This is why I never take headphones or sleep masks off
On my way to the library before work today, a woman walking with a cane came across the intersection perpendicularly to where I was waiting to cross. She looked like she was saying something to me, so I popped out a headphone to be sure. She seemed to have stopped speaking, almost seemed to be waiting for my response, so I said something noncommital. I asked if she was cold, ha ha, it's cold outside, etc. (Actually, though it might just be that I've traded jeans for corduroys, it feels almost balmy out.)
Her response: "I don't feel cold because I've had so many strokes."
o.O???
Earphone went right back in and I all but ran across the street. What was I thinking? NEVER ENGAGE!
This is something dream-me took to an illogical extreme in my mid-morning dream. I'd been woken early by light (usually I have sleep mask to prevent that, but I can't find it right now). So when I fell back asleep, I had a dream where my mother, myself, and my two younger sisters were on a road trip. Some one or another of the many kitschy roadside places we stopped at had an unusual guest there to talk: Christopher Lee. I wanted, desperately, to get his autograph and I spent an alarming amount of time scouring the store at this place (think it was in an old church, isn't that funny) to see what they had of his that was on sale that I could buy and have him sign. It was a disappointing selection, to say the least--mostly postcards of some of his roles (no LOTR, can you believe it?).
While I was panicking over this chance to miss getting Sir Christopher Lee's autograph, he came in. He looked much younger, his hair was black and down to his waist in ratty tendrils, and he was on crutches (the type that wrap around your upper arm and use in each hand, not the ones that go under the armpit). I remember someone saying it was because he was old, which left me wondering how on Earth he'd even stood for as long as he'd had to in LOTR (to say nothing of the bitchin' old dude fight in FOTR). He collapsed into an undignified heap in a corner, which didn't interrupt the coffee clatch or whatever was going on with the group that ran the tourist trap.
Eventually, I spied my youngest sister nervously approaching him for an autograph. She had a Hello Kitty autograph book out for him to sign, and he was delighted to do it. Only...he smiled, see, and she freaked out but didn't scream, she just froze. So he's asking her to whom he should address the autograph and she's totally not even handing over the book and I'm rushing to find something, ANYTHING to bring over to have him sign so as to relieve her...
I woke up wondering whether or not he would sign as "Sir" Christopher Lee or not. Okay, subconscious. Let's talk, shall we?
Her response: "I don't feel cold because I've had so many strokes."
o.O???
Earphone went right back in and I all but ran across the street. What was I thinking? NEVER ENGAGE!
This is something dream-me took to an illogical extreme in my mid-morning dream. I'd been woken early by light (usually I have sleep mask to prevent that, but I can't find it right now). So when I fell back asleep, I had a dream where my mother, myself, and my two younger sisters were on a road trip. Some one or another of the many kitschy roadside places we stopped at had an unusual guest there to talk: Christopher Lee. I wanted, desperately, to get his autograph and I spent an alarming amount of time scouring the store at this place (think it was in an old church, isn't that funny) to see what they had of his that was on sale that I could buy and have him sign. It was a disappointing selection, to say the least--mostly postcards of some of his roles (no LOTR, can you believe it?).
While I was panicking over this chance to miss getting Sir Christopher Lee's autograph, he came in. He looked much younger, his hair was black and down to his waist in ratty tendrils, and he was on crutches (the type that wrap around your upper arm and use in each hand, not the ones that go under the armpit). I remember someone saying it was because he was old, which left me wondering how on Earth he'd even stood for as long as he'd had to in LOTR (to say nothing of the bitchin' old dude fight in FOTR). He collapsed into an undignified heap in a corner, which didn't interrupt the coffee clatch or whatever was going on with the group that ran the tourist trap.
Eventually, I spied my youngest sister nervously approaching him for an autograph. She had a Hello Kitty autograph book out for him to sign, and he was delighted to do it. Only...he smiled, see, and she freaked out but didn't scream, she just froze. So he's asking her to whom he should address the autograph and she's totally not even handing over the book and I'm rushing to find something, ANYTHING to bring over to have him sign so as to relieve her...
I woke up wondering whether or not he would sign as "Sir" Christopher Lee or not. Okay, subconscious. Let's talk, shall we?