In My Dreams
Fact. 8 AM’ish and this JUST happened. Too funny.
I just had a dream that Jann Arden came into my basement suite. (I don’t live in one)
She was talking in the phone about booking a trip to Nashville to someone in the room next door. The room was attached to my suite but it was in the carport. There were horizontal blinds on the window to next adjoining room she was in and I went to close the blinds and saw her sitting there. That’s how I found out she was there. Had I not gone to close the blinds, I would not have known that Jann Arden was even there. I heard part of the phonecall but tried not to listen. Really I did.
Then she came in the door into my suite, didn’t knock or anything, she just walked in, notepad and pen in hand.
Her face went red when she looked at me. I quickly looked away and down.
My elderly Mom was sitting in my overstuffed chair (don’t have one) off to to right.
I had been sitting reading.
Mom suddnenly lept up (she doesn’t do that) and bolted down the hall off to the left, seemingly worried that Jann was going to go into the room she was staying in and would see her belongings.
After a short time, Mom came back, appearing relaxed, went back in her chair off to my right, like nothing had happened, seemingly relieved that everything was in order.
In the back room that Mom went to, I had just been cleaning out stuff and it was full of garbage bags of stuff to be taken away and to be donated.
Jann was just standing there, off to my left, me still sitting in my chair, and she said “Hi.”
I got up to introduce myself and to shake her hand and my finger got stuck. My right pinky got stuck to the finger next to it. I said “Hi” and that I was Brenda and that “my finger got stuck but it doesn’t usually do that.” My stuck finger made it difficult to shake hands so it was a little awkward.
I went to say “Johima,” my last name, and Jann walked away off to my left down the hall with her pen and notebook, seeming to not care what my last name was, or maybe she already knew?
She was going into the room with this garbage bags! Oh no! I was worried that I would not impress her as she would think it was garbage in the bags instead of stuff to be donated.
Then I thought. “Oh crap, she’s writing a song!” She’s taking notes for a new song and she’ll see those garbage bags, I thought.
Jann was down the hall, while me, I was back sitting in my chair, slouched with head hanging down, frozen with embarrassment. She snooped around my place a bit and left, walked out the door witout a goodbye.
I woke up in a panic, ready to run around and clean my house.
Boing! Time to wake up. Thank God that dream is over. (but what a giggle to start my day with)
(p.s. Funnily, I didn’t sleep well last night at all, and each time I awoke, I tried to write a new blog post, as my commitment to myself right now is to write something, anything, daily. I have a folder full of trashed insomniac drafts from the middle of the night, all of which felt forced, and likely never would be published. And then I finally fell asleep. Thank God, what a relief to sleep. During my best and most powerful time to sleep deeply, between 7-9 AM, this dream happened … along with writing that just popped out effortlessly)