Thursday, September 03, 2009

Getting A Slow Start

I'm getting a slow start today.

I had set today aside to work on an editorial for Labor Day—something about how everyone has a role to play, and even though Labor Day was started by labor unions to acknowledge "the working man," I think it's fair to say we can all be called "the working man," everyone but a schmuck like Bernie Madoff, that is.

Anyway, normally I would have finished with breakfast an hour ago and already been seated at the worky computer ready to sort out some ideas, but this morning I'm sluggish.

Last night, I dreamed I was imprisoned in a concentration camp. It was a cleaned up variety so it wasn't quite as hellish as images I've seen from World War II. But still, it was a bad place, and me and my fellow prisoners were plotting a coup. We were gathering in the cold snow and ready to attack in what I was sure would be a successful battle, but then I woke up. I was so disappointed to find myself awake because I really did want to see it all play out. I tried to coax my subconscious into slipping back into character and tell me the rest of the story, but it had another idea.

Instead, I found myself manning a booth at a farmers' market. A grower had produce to sell but couldn't be there to sell it, so I agreed to work his booth for him. He specialized in broccoli and cauliflower, but when I opened up the crates, I discovered assorted sweet papers and a big plastic bag full of raw bacon. He processed his own pigs, evidently, but didn't provide a cooler. I was trying to figure out how to sell bacon at room temperature when the guy at the next booth informed me he had an exclusive agreement with the market managers to sell peppers, and I would not be allowed to sell the ones I had on display. We worked out the disagreement, and all was well at the market.

But then I found myself sitting on a bench watching the market shoppers when a massive spider on a floating web made his way toward me. He was moving so quickly, that I was frozen in place and couldn't prevent him from landing on my left shoulder. I called out for help, realized I was actually calling out loud, and woke myself up. Again.

Then my stomach hurt. Then Big Mike the Cat came in with his pathetic meowing asking for breakfast even though it wasn't even 7:00 a.m. I couldn't ignore him because his vet said that his morning feeding would be very important—the big guy gets an insulin shot around 5:00 every evening, so he really needs to eat in the morning.

So, I got up, exhausted from an active night of dreaming and physical discomfort and hungry cats. I'm ready for a nap already, and I haven't typed a word of my editorial.

7 comments:

Shan said...

Whoa. No wonder you aren't up and at 'em!

I love dreams that seem like clever movies but don't they ALWAYS seem to get interrupted somehow and not finished. It is nearly impossible to return to those types of dream but a sure thing if you are stuck in a boring one that just keeps looping. ;)

I like that lukewarm bacon was your personal challenge at the market. Bahaha

And poor Mikey....and his "parents" having to give him shots and worry. It's hard enough communicating your feelings as human diabetic. All he has is meows. :)

Shan said...

I'm sorry I never proof read my comments to you...the writer. I'll try to pay more attention from here on out. :{

Scout said...

Shan, don't worry about proof reading. I proof read my posts hours after they go online, and I have to go back and revise, or sometimes I just let it go.

And Mike doesn't have two parents. Husband does not claim him in any sense. I'm a single mother when it comes to the cats.

savannah said...

don't you wish we had a rewind setting, sugar? xoxox

Lynn said...

Marvellous, Robyn. Like you, I dream and remember them every night and most entertaining they are. When I'm less tied up, I plan to write my dreams down on a regular basis. I have often written short stories from them too. The Tennessee tale I wrote - I'm not sure if you remember it from my Things blog? - was a dream. Perhaps this can be another project of ours - writing down our dreams. Perhaps even making them into stories? How about it? Quite a team aren't we Robyn! he he... I know I am lagging on the first sentence one at the moment but there are reasons hopefully cleared a bit, soon. So - the Dream Team? Yes? We can either report them as you have just done excellently (felt I was there!) or we can write them up with dialogue etc into a story (see Tennessee if you want)...? We'll get a book out yet, Robyn, you and I !!!

Lynn said...

Yes the lukewarm bacon sounds horrific! he he... I am terribly interested in dreams as somehow there really isn't anything you can site in previous days which would make you dream such a thing. I too wish we had the result of your Colditz plan.

dive said...

Trippy!
Er … Can I have some of your drugs, Robyn?