A Dream Last Night

My coworker Zach was leaving the office in a suit but carrying a full garbage bag. I asked where he was going,  and he said he was taking his daughter (he only has an infant son) to see Frozen on Ice, and he left. But a minute later he returned,  and sheepishly said he didn't know why he said that,  because he'd actually taken her to see it "yesterday" and that they both really enjoyed it. 

Then I had to make a handwritten journal entry in of of several hardcover blank notebooks my boss Krystynne kept atop the kitchen microwave (only it was on the wall with the snacks). She was making us record our thoughts on the Brewers for posterity bc she was convinced they were going to win the pennant. 

That somehow led to me going to Mass in a small/ moderate sized chapel with sunlight coming through large narrow windows behind the Priest. A wedding was taking place at the Mass. My Godmother was there and asked me about the Parish, but I told her I was just attending because of my work schedule, and that we still shared a home parish.  I did tell her that in my experience the church and Priest were rather "trad" aka traditional but at that moment the wedding couple was revealed to be a lesbian couple and I looked a bit of a fool.  Aside from their unkempt hair,  which I thought inappropriate for the occasion,  they each wore awful,  tho contrasting, suits. 

From there I was,  in the present,  working on a mound in my Little Grandpa's garage. As always,  the garage had no electricity,  so the only light came from the open entry door behind me.  

On this mound were my dishwasher arms, only in this reality they were made of malleable rubber and super long,  six to ten feet each.  I scrubbed and cleaned each,  noting the calcification and dirt blocking each of the spray holes.  The whole time I was very afraid of mice.

After I was done I went outside the garage,  to the area just north of it, on the east side of the yard,  where the lilac tree used to be. Here, in the bright sun,  was a terraced garden.  There were giant grasshoppers, and while I was excited to see them, and their unusual appearances, I was hesitant to try and capture them.  

I knew I could, as I have many times,  but it was me holding myself back. The fear of starting a physical action that might fall short of past efforts, that might cause me physical pain,  that might be embarrassing - this,  clearly,  was my brain scolding me for having the same thoughts when I am contemplating everyday activity. Sad.

But I overcame my hesitation and tried to catch (and release) one,  a gorgeous one with huge shiny black eyes,  and just as I caught one . . . 

I woke up.