Thursday, March 04, 2010

Bad Dreams

I used to have pretty scary dreams when I was a kid. You know the ones, of the vampires (not the sexy kind) chasing you through the woods, and you wake up just as they catch up to you and not a moment too soon. When you're 10, it's absolutely terrifying.

I'm older now, and I'm not scared of much. What's extraordinary to me is that my nightmares are often of the most banal stuff. Like running out of toilet paper.

I had a dream the other night that I was doing my Clinique three-step (with 7-day scrub, thankyouverymuch) and I was reaching for a cotton ball for my toner. No cotton balls.

So I looked for a couple of squares of TP. The roll was bare.

Initially, I'll admit, I swore at my husband.

And then I looked under the sink for more TP, and the cabinet was completely empty. No TP, no toilet bowl cleaner, no Windex -- nothing.

And then I sprinted to the mudroom. "There has to be some toilet paper in this house!"

The mudroom was completely empty. No washing machine, no shelves, no folding table, no cubbies, and no coat rack.

Even the cat box was gone.

And then I woke up.

This morning I realized we were out of cotton balls. Coincidence?

Well, that's up to you to decide.


Anonymous said...

Ahhh that's so weird!

Librarian Girl said...

Clearly, you have a gift.

Kyla Roma said...

lol! Oh my goodness, that's the most wonderfully banal version of intuition ever. If I could have a super power I think that would have to be it! =)