Two Weirdnesses Together
Jan. 11th, 2008 08:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
qosI was home sick today. My mom came over and took my daughter to school and I went back to bed. Sometime later, I heard my front door opening again and both my parents come in. (They have a key.)
At least, that's what I thought it was.
Later I realized that I hadn't necessarily been awake then or during what followed, although at the time I was sure that I was.
I was not feeling well at all, and kept myself snuggled down in the blankets, some of them over my head. I assumed they had come by to pick up my dad's truck, which I have been using while my own car is in the shop. No problem, I didn't plan to go anywhere today anyway.
Then I heard footsteps in my bedroom. My mom? I didn't want to talk, so I kept snuggled down, but then I wasn't sure it was actually her. I thought about turning to look, but had the gut sense that I really didn't want to. So I lay there, head covered, pretending to be fast asleep.
I felt the blankets near my midsection push down a bit, as if someone was gently checking to see if I was asleep. Again I considered turning to look, but realized I was unable to even if I wanted to. It felt like my body couldn't move. It was as if my mind was awake, but my body was still asleep.
Soon after I either fell deeper into sleep or the dream changed.
That in itself was significant enough to note in an email to my teacher earlier today. I have strange dreams sometimes, and a few times I've had episodes in which I've felt LM physically present, during what felt like that limbo between dreaming and wakefulness -- something I've never experienced (or remembered experiencing) prior to his passing. I try not to put too much stock in these incidents, but I also try to keep track of them.
I'd be ready to put the morning's incident down as a vivid dream, but there's been a subsequent weirdness.
This afternoon my mom brought my daughter home from school and asked her to hang up the clothes she'd left in the dryer the night before. My daughter agreed and went upstairs -- only to find that there were no clothes in the dryer. In fact, the clothes in question were hanging in her closet. She swears she didn't hang them up last night or this morning. (And given her usual pattern, I'm inclined to believe her.) I didn't hang them up. My mother didn't hang them up.
Fairies?
Someone or something else?
A dream and an episode of youthful forgetfulness?
Each incident alone could be considered unusual but shruggable.
Together, they're rather more notable.
At least, that's what I thought it was.
Later I realized that I hadn't necessarily been awake then or during what followed, although at the time I was sure that I was.
I was not feeling well at all, and kept myself snuggled down in the blankets, some of them over my head. I assumed they had come by to pick up my dad's truck, which I have been using while my own car is in the shop. No problem, I didn't plan to go anywhere today anyway.
Then I heard footsteps in my bedroom. My mom? I didn't want to talk, so I kept snuggled down, but then I wasn't sure it was actually her. I thought about turning to look, but had the gut sense that I really didn't want to. So I lay there, head covered, pretending to be fast asleep.
I felt the blankets near my midsection push down a bit, as if someone was gently checking to see if I was asleep. Again I considered turning to look, but realized I was unable to even if I wanted to. It felt like my body couldn't move. It was as if my mind was awake, but my body was still asleep.
Soon after I either fell deeper into sleep or the dream changed.
That in itself was significant enough to note in an email to my teacher earlier today. I have strange dreams sometimes, and a few times I've had episodes in which I've felt LM physically present, during what felt like that limbo between dreaming and wakefulness -- something I've never experienced (or remembered experiencing) prior to his passing. I try not to put too much stock in these incidents, but I also try to keep track of them.
I'd be ready to put the morning's incident down as a vivid dream, but there's been a subsequent weirdness.
This afternoon my mom brought my daughter home from school and asked her to hang up the clothes she'd left in the dryer the night before. My daughter agreed and went upstairs -- only to find that there were no clothes in the dryer. In fact, the clothes in question were hanging in her closet. She swears she didn't hang them up last night or this morning. (And given her usual pattern, I'm inclined to believe her.) I didn't hang them up. My mother didn't hang them up.
Fairies?
Someone or something else?
A dream and an episode of youthful forgetfulness?
Each incident alone could be considered unusual but shruggable.
Together, they're rather more notable.
