I had a really weird dream
This qualifies as strange, but completely understandable, doubly so for New Yorkers, extra credit for those of you from Da Bronx.
We used to live at AECOM (Einstein) before we found religion and moved out to Wisconsin, (just kidding). Anyway, in my dream I am standing at the bus stop on the corner of Morris Park and Eastchester Rd, waiting for the Bx21 to take me down to 180th and East Tremont where I would catch the 5, (and then later the 2) to the city. This was something I did pretty much every day for a long time, unless the Bx31 came first, in which case I could get down to Westchester Square and catch the 6 (express in the Bronx, local in Manhattan) to work.
So I am standing on the corner and I look down at my watch and it reads 20 of 4, which I thought was strange, because I now wear a digital watch, not a face, and I was wondering what happened to the one I put on this morning, and then I realized that we changed the clocks and it would be getting dark in like 20 minutes.
The Bx21 pulled up and I got on. I called Mark from my cell on the bus. I am not going to make it I told him. I forgot about the extra hour, near panic closing in. Just get on the train, he says.
Now I am at East Tremont. I haven't thought about this train station in over ten years, but I tell you in my dream I could smell it. Do I have money for another fare, I think it's over $2 now. The train pulls up, I hear it but I am still downstairs. Panic - as you know, the train you hear pull up is always the one that gets away, just a fact.
I started running - running - then I woke up. In Milwaukee.
Well, that was an unscheduled stop.
We used to live at AECOM (Einstein) before we found religion and moved out to Wisconsin, (just kidding). Anyway, in my dream I am standing at the bus stop on the corner of Morris Park and Eastchester Rd, waiting for the Bx21 to take me down to 180th and East Tremont where I would catch the 5, (and then later the 2) to the city. This was something I did pretty much every day for a long time, unless the Bx31 came first, in which case I could get down to Westchester Square and catch the 6 (express in the Bronx, local in Manhattan) to work.
So I am standing on the corner and I look down at my watch and it reads 20 of 4, which I thought was strange, because I now wear a digital watch, not a face, and I was wondering what happened to the one I put on this morning, and then I realized that we changed the clocks and it would be getting dark in like 20 minutes.
The Bx21 pulled up and I got on. I called Mark from my cell on the bus. I am not going to make it I told him. I forgot about the extra hour, near panic closing in. Just get on the train, he says.
Now I am at East Tremont. I haven't thought about this train station in over ten years, but I tell you in my dream I could smell it. Do I have money for another fare, I think it's over $2 now. The train pulls up, I hear it but I am still downstairs. Panic - as you know, the train you hear pull up is always the one that gets away, just a fact.
I started running - running - then I woke up. In Milwaukee.
Well, that was an unscheduled stop.
posted by Mrs. Balabusta @ 8:10 PM
3 Comments:
At 12:58 AM,
Kiwi the Geek said…
That's weird, but mine are worse. I have two recurring dreams, which are different every time, but always the same archetype.
1) Something's happened to my school records, and suddenly I don't have a HS diploma anymore, so I'm back in public school, at some level, which is even more torturous than it was the first time around because now I'm 10-20 years older than everybody else and already know all the material well enough to teach it. Why I bother with this when I already have a college degree I'm not using is never explained.
2) I am interested in a man, or meeting a man, or looking for a man, or developing a relationship. The man in question is very sweet and doing everything I wish. Then I remember (duh) that I'm married, for g'ness sake, and have no business being sweet on anybody except the Beloved, who by the way is not my perfect man but is beloved nonetheless. I have not yet established a correlation between this dream and sundry disagreements caused by my and the Beloved's imperfections.
At 10:38 AM,
PsychoToddler said…
It could be worse. It's not like you're dreaming that you're showing up to work naked.
Then you'd really have problems.
At 1:53 AM,
Kiwi the Geek said…
Yeah, I don't think the parents of the kids I tutor would like that very much. :oP
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