Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Damned brain

In this dream, she was running some sort of maintenance or restoration service, and she was none too pleased to have been called out to our apartment. I can't remember what she was working on for us, but while she was there I was working on cleaning up a dinette table that we'd gotten from her. (Dreams!) I had been struggling with it, and had just gotten some combination of chemical and abrasive together that was cutting right through the surface markings but also the top layer of the finish. On the way past she had a look, and informed me that I was going to have to refinish it, which I already knew. She proceeded past me toward the kitchen to talk with my wife for a moment about the work at hand, while her business partner waited in the living room. She quickly finished whatever she was there to work on, and I asked her for a hug before she left. She shrunk back from me, shaking her head. Her business partner, who was also clearly a friend, indicated that she just wasn't ready. Our third-floor apartment faced the street, and I watched her put her equipment bag into her van and climb into the passenger side, determinedly keeping her head down as if she knew I was watching as her partner drove them out of the apartment complex and away.

I'm tired of dreaming. And apparently this morning I am channeling Monte (the Woot monkey). I need to keep yesterday's observation in mind.

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