I had family dinner tonight with Mother and Cynthia and Sister for Cynthia’s birthday. We were sitting around, talking about Paula Deen and being Texan, when Mother decided to tell us about her dreams.
Dream #1: The fun thing about this one is that it’s reoccurring. She starts off with, “You know that dream that you have when you’re trying to dial a phone number…” What? I have literally never had a dream where I have called anyone. Or talked on the phone. Neither have Sister or Cynthia. Maybe call center people do, but that shouldn’t be a common thing. Anyways, Mother describes a dream where she’s trying to dial a phone number, but at the end—after going “all the way around”—realizes that she’s messed up. Sounds like she’s using a rotary phone in her dream, right? She hit us (in a normal way… our family is odd) and said she meant that she was all the way around with typing the phone number…? It made no sense, but she rarely does when she’s hot and hungry.
Dream #2: Someone stealing her porch. Now, at the house that she’s remodeling right now, someone stole her hot water heater. Pretty sucky, and it’s been a big stress on her for awhile. Obviously it’s affected her dream state. She dreamt that someone stole that house’s porch.
After telling us the second dream, she was being serious. I, however, found a funny.
Me: Did you call the police in the dream?
Mother: Well, yeah. I was really upset. I can’t afford to have people steal anything else.
Me: How’d you call the police? Dial 9-1-5? 9-1-3? 9-1-0? I CAN’T TYPE THE RIGHT NUMBER!!!!!
Mother: You think you’re funny, don’t you?
Me: Yes.
