I’m guessing it was about 2 AM, I can’t be sure since the only clock in the bedroom was analog and unlighted, visible only by day.
I don’t know what woke me, it just seems to happen, but the moon was peering in between the slats of closed window blinds.
I don’t like being watched in my sleep, certainly not by some voyeuristic interloper but there she was and it was clear there wasn’t a damned thing I could do about it, and we both knew it.
On the mesa she might be accompanied by a coyote, but here she traveled solo always seeming to want to watch as my dreams unfurled across the screen, and Luna simply didn’t want to miss this night’s show.
In my dream last night I was moving a matress, queen sized, probably with box springs but it was wrapped, from my parents’ home to my apartment, but not using a vehicle, just pushing it along the streets, obeying all the traffic signals, using my turn indicators, although don’t ask why a mattress had turn lights, just accept that it did. It was arduous work, and I hoped I’d soon get to the hill that led down to my apartment, for it would make the end of the journey easier by far. Unfortunately I never did get there, I woke up first wondering what the dream meant. So if you can help me, I would greatly appreciate your insights, and you should definitely know it was a Serta Perfect Sleeper for I’m sure that makes a difference.
He should have known that the day was doomed from the moment he woke to see his alarm clock in pieces on the floor by his bed, the cat grinning at him from the place where the clock had always sat.
Finally arriving at the office, he was no sooner at his desk when the fire alarm bell rang. Within moments of reentering after the all clear, it rang again, and his own, very private Chinese fire drill was under way.
The day calmed until, after lunch, the Regional Manager arrived, gathered everyone at the great round conference table, and demanded to know who had made a simple error, and watched as the inevitable circular firing squad began.