What a weird night that was. Woke up this morning, drenched in sweat after the weirdest dream and when I looked out the window and almost had a stroke…
But let me take it from the beginning. First I had a bit of trouble falling asleep last night.
I read some more in Truman Capote’s ‘In Cold Blood’ and finally felt tired enough to go to sleep.
Now because my husband is tossing and turning a lot and occasionally one of the cats would try and claw her way into our bedroom, I sleep with ear plugs. That works wonders and provides me with the most peaceful and sound sleep. Heavenly.
On the downside, I miss out on what is going on around me.
The Swedish Women’s Beach Volleyball Team could come into our bedroom, scantily clad, and kidnap my husband. Or you could fire a grenade launcher next to my bed. I would not hear a thing. Nothing! Maybe the following morning, when my husband were gone or we had a hole in the place we formerly called our bedroom wall, would I cop on and eventually realize something weird must have taken place. But I digress.
So I was asleep and I started dreaming something really disturbing. It involved quite a few dead bodies in an underground parking lot, a lot of blood and a murderer still on the loose. As I was the only one to have seen the murderers face, I was on top of his list to be the next victim and the police were looking for me to help identify the beast. Only the dream seemed so real,that I woke up with my heart racing and I was in full panic mode immediately. I opened my eyes but it was pitch black and suddenly my sweater that was hanging from a hook on the door looked like a person. Even worse – my hearing was impaired. So I got even more panicky and I ripped out my ear plugs. Whew. Nothing. That was a close call.
Luckily it was time to get up and I was happy that I didn’t have to force myself to go back to sleep. So I staggered into the kitchen to put the coffeemaker on. As I looked out the window I see a police car. And not just your average squad car. No, it was one of the big ones. An eight-seater, with its lights flashing. RIGHT THERE in front of our house. I swear I felt my heart stop and my legs felt like they were giving in… It looked like the scene from my dream. Creepy. I am sure it was nothing but I didn’t go into the underground garage to get my car this morning. I hitched a ride with the hubby.