Friday, December 15, 2006

I Had A Dream Last Night

I dreamt that The Husband came came into the bedroom, where I was already sleeping, and began rummaging around.


He pulled the under-bed storage container out from under the bed and couldn't get it back under the bed.


He opened and closed the closet doors.


He groped around in the dimmly lit room.


As I became semi-conscious, I asked him what he was looking for.


His new jeans, he said.


The new jeans that he had put in the laundry.


The jeans that I had washed and left folded up on the bed.


The folded jeans that he had tossed into the bottom of the closet.


In my dream I remembered that I had cleaned up some old clothes from the closet.


There was a pair of jeans among the things I had put in the bag that he had taken to a local charity that afternoon.


I experienced that horrible sinking feeling you get in dreams- a feeling of helpless horror as I realized that I had indeed packed up his new jeans and sent them away with a bunch of old, outsized garments.


I asked if he thought he could retrieve them by going back and explaining that his wife had erroneously donated them. He said he'd give it a try.


It was a strange dream.


Well, it would have been a strange dream...  


 


He got the jeans back.

1 comment:

  1. It's just amazing how reality follows fiction.

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