Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Moving? Can barely move

I have woken up stiff for a couple of years now, I deal with it (whine, eat aspirin) but I am recently more annoyed with it because we bought one of those air beds - sleep number, or something - and it's supposed to be excellent for sore muscles and bones, and it costs more than I think a bed should cost, and it helps NOT at ALL. So this morning my dream bits seem displaced - maybe they've slunk down beneath my unhappy muscles:

I am with my mother and younger brother. We are wandering through my eldest sister's neighborhood, though they don't seem aware of where we are. There is a road that my mother is convinced that we need to be on, but no matter how many turns we take the road is nowhere in sight. We are all a little worried, annoyed. We make our way into a development of big, new houses and find ourselves inside the model home. It smells like old people and the decor is gaudy; my mother is working her way toward a grand piano. She doesn't play, but sits on the bench and stares at the keys.

Wish I could remember more just now... perhaps later something will slip into my consciousness.

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