After an absence, I’m dreaming again. Lots of dreams. A dream about picking red hot peppers from the garden (the most vivid “color” dream I’ve had in a year). And a dream about running into an old friend, finding her pregnant, and adopting her baby. And yet my daily goings on are a bit surreal as well. I’m so busy, you’d think I’d have no time for surreal happenings…but it seems that strangeness has no awareness of someone’s schedule.
I’m having a weird mouse situation.
I’m spotting them everywhere. Yesterday, at a hotel conference, I spotted a brown mouse running so quickly across the brown carpet that I thought it was a weird visual disturbance. He was faster than a blur. I thought perhaps my eyes were playing tricks on me, if five women didn’t scream simultaneously about a split second afterwards. A mouse!
I thought nothing of it–except that perhaps the hotel (a very nice one in fact) might have a little problem.
And today–while visiting a friend, I caught a blur running across the floor. A mouse! A tiny creature, again.
Am I just carrying them around with me, somehow?