Something most people don’t know about me is I don’t sleep soundly most nights. I often have a 2 or 3 a.m. staff meeting with myself. I rarely get up, I sometimes jot down a note, but mostly I lay in my bed quietly just letting my brain process all of the things that don’t get processed during the day. I often have very good ideas at this time of night, I sometimes remember things I forgot to do. These meetings usually last about an hour then I fall back to sleep. I’ll go through spurts where I’ll wake up at exactly the same time, give or take a minute or two, for several nights in a row. Seriously, 2:19a.m. for 4-5 nights straight is not uncommon.
But I rarely dream. Nightmares are truly scarce.
But not last night.
Last night I had a nightmare. I dreamt I was on the Mass Pike in car in a thunderstorm, going to the Harlot event. Which was being held at my mother’s house. Now mind you, my mother is two hours away and lives in very small house. Next, I am in the dark, dank, icky basement with Stephanie. We are talking, waiting to go upstairs to give her speech. Many of our regulars are in my mom’s kitchen. We are in the basement for a very long time. I look at my watch and realize the time is wrong – not sure if I had the watch on wrong or if it stopped. I go upstairs and everyone is gone. I go back to the basement and tell Stephanie that everyone is gone and it’s really 10:15p.m. We decide to drive back to WEBS to see if we can find anyone. Then I wake up – sick to my stomach.
I then proceed to conduct a 1 1/2 hour staff meeting with myself, going over all of the details for today, checking and rechecking my mental lists.
So, in case anyone is confused – the event is at The Calvin Theater here in Northampton. Not at my mom’s house.
Tags: Yarn Harlot