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Living A Dream

cnt24 By cnt24 on
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The other night I had a dream about a bird. Somehow, the bird had made its way into the house and up to the master bedroom. In my dream, I chased this elusive bird all over the room. I knocked down a basket of freshly folded laundry and a pile of decorative pillows I keep stowed on a chest at the end of the bed. I finally decided to open the window and remove the screen in hopes the bird would leave on its own.

I woke up and in complete darkness felt my way to the bathroom. I bashed my knee on a glider ottoman positioned at the foot of the bed. The pain was so intense it brought me to the floor. I sat there for a minute to gather my bearings. I placed my hand on the ottoman to hoist myself to my feet. Oddly, the basket of clothes I placed there the day before was gone.

I continued my journey to the bathroom and could feel what could only be pillows below my feet. I began to shuffle my way through to the bathroom and then back to bed.

The next morning the alarm began to sound. The room was still dark, as my husband pounded the snooze button; I made my way to the door. There were pillows and piles of clothes everywhere. I thought to myself, "What the heck?"

I went downstairs.

Later, my husband went off to work. My youngest daughter was eating her breakfast and my oldest emerged from her bedroom. She looked at me and asked what I was doing the night before. She said, "All I heard all night was pounding and scratching." I shrugged my shoulders and told her I fell on the way to the bathroom.

After I got the kids off to school, I made my way up the stairs. At the foot of my bed lay the overturned and empty laundry basket. The bed pillows were flung about my side of the bed in complete disarray. I picked up the pillows and made the bed. I sat on the floor and proceeded to re-fold all the laundry and put it away.

As I was sitting on the floor, I kept hearing birds and feeling an odd breeze. I listened closely to hear if the air conditioner was running. It was not. I looked at the window and noticed the blind was a little bunched and moving. I went to examine it closer.

I pulled up the blinds and found the window was wide open and the screen was propped up against the sill.

Did I chase the bird in my dream or did I really chase a bird? I put everything back together and went to call my husband. I asked him what happened the night before. He told me, "You said you were chasing a bird."

I only thought I chased a bird in my dream. There was never a bird in the house. I am sure there would have been evidence of some sort. I am no CSI, but I would have expected to see a feather or two. My husband confirmed there was no bird. He told me while I was doing the deed to stop goofing off and get back in bed. He said I did and a few minutes later I got up to go to the bathroom.

This is a true story.