Riddle Me This, Obi Wan…

It’s SPRING in Oklahoma. I say SPRING because really. This season is unlike any other we have. Thunderstorms. Rain. Hail. Crazy ass winds. oh yeah, and something like 28 tornados in one day.
Just another day in the season. One gets used to it, really. Our tv gets commandeered by the weather men every single night so that when you go to watch your DVR’d eps of Big Bang Theory, you forget it’s recorded and totally get hopped up on another storm coming through…that is if you even get to see Big Bang Theory. Generally you’re just S.O.L.

We had thunderstorms last night about 3am. We were expecting them. We knew they were coming. I was excited for the break in humidity and for the yards and garden and plants and flowers to all get a free drink. I was sleeping….ok. pretty good actually when the storms came through, then I woke up when a soaking wet kitty climbed aborad and snuggled at my feet…when I went back to sleep though?

I dreamed of a leaking roof. A roof that began to crumble just as I saw the water rise outside my window…brown ugly water that rose waaaaaaaaaay up into the window level and then I felt my house begin to float. Off of the ground. and I was screaming and I was crying and I found everybody inside safe and the cats were inside safe but we were in a house/boat and the rain and thunder and then it settled down…and it looked as if the roof over my bedroom was just chomped off by a big monster…

I called a client friend of mine who was counseling me on housing. Selling houses. Reducing payments. Insurance. (he’s in real estate) —(ok. the call was still in my dream. the counseling really did happen during his appointment yesterday) and he hooks me up with a roofer who says he will really try to charge me less than 5000.00–

all the while I’m making calls trying to get a roof over our heads, apparently, I’m touring again. So…there is singing and dancing.

I woke up with my fists clenched so tight I could have knocked somebody out.

then I leaned down and hugged that little black kitty what was sleeping on my feet. he was soft because of the rain water. that was nice.

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5 Responses to Riddle Me This, Obi Wan…

  1. Gertrude says:

    I say… jump backwards across the yard a few times dear. Cross everything. Find a live chicken.
    I love this weather but I don’t. Ya know? I did miss it last year while in Texas. But being here gets… scary and annoying… Modern Family break in’s.
    I love you for your thoughts on my life. I will move forward. I will. When stuff happens with the kid… life’s taser seems to be set to kill not stun.
    I love you. Have the best day.

  2. Kizz says:

    I fear this is what happens when you have your episodes of Glee interrupted by breaking weather news. Flooded houses with floor shows. Yikes!

  3. Cindy says:

    Hey…but every one inside the house was OK and that’s what really matters.

    I woke up when the storm hit because I also heard Hooper’s tags jingle…from outside. Hopped up, grabbed towels and groggy Chris to rescue the dog, who would not go back outside later on this morning. Don’t blame him.

  4. Nancy says:

    Now that dream needs to be analyzed. Really.

  5. Pink says:

    Hey sis!! So glad I caught your blog today, because I occassionally have nutso dreams, too. Some folks try to make me feel better about them by saying “Creative people have creative dreams, Pink…” so I guess that’s my bit of insight for you?! 🙂

    And just for your reading pleasure, here’s one of my craziest dreams: It was prom night — at the Colorado State Capitol. The afterparty was held at Cinderella’s Castle, which was disappointingly small on the inside (though I do remember having to ride several steep escalators?). Against my better judgment, I drove myself home and was pulled over by a bicycle cop, who was (drumroll please…) Queen Latifah, and she wanted to know if I’d been drinking (who DOESN’T drink at the castle?!). She handed me a wire hanger and asked me to bend it in all sorts of weird shapes, and then declared that I’d passed my sobriety test (even though I was very obviously wasted) and sent me on my way. The end.

    And no, I was on no acid this night (or any other night, for that matter). I had another one more recently that involved my dad, a baby giraffe, and a swimming pool – but that’s a whole ‘nother story. P.S. Stay safe from the storms!!!

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