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Friday, January 29, 2010

Other Dreams

I vacuumed today. Nothing unusual about that. What was unusual was I smelled what seemed to be the odor of burning rubber coming from my vacuum while vacuuming our bedroom.

I flipped the vacuum over to inspect the beater bar and discovered - to my horror - it was completely filled with hair. To be specific, my long hair was wrapped in layers around the beater bar prohibiting it from freely turning.

I had wondered in the past why it wasn't picking up as well as it could. But it didn't take long for me to cut the hair with scissors and pull wad after wad out of the brushes and from around the bar. The vacuum picks up like a champ now.

What's this got to do with dreams? Nothing, really... But I liken it to a semi-bad dream. Like a dream I have periodically when sleeping about not being able to find a class I enrolled in when I was in high school. I haven't been in high school since 1974! Or, I sometimes dream I have to go to the bathroom really bad then finally find a bathroom only to discover that it hasn't been cleaned and there's feces all over the rim and on the floor.

I sometimes forget to check things creating my own semi-bad dreams. Motor oil is another example I forget. Some may call it neglect but I honestly forget. Oh, I occasionally remember as I'm driving a long distance but I can't pull over on the highway to check it. What's the point? I don't have another bottle of oil in the trunk although I probably should keep a spare. Forgetting to check the oil causes me to worry (dream or imagine) my engine blowing.

One day my shoes seemed to small for my feet. The shoes hurt the end of my toes. I had forgotten to check my toe nails which had grown to such a length as to cause the pain. Gross? I don't think so but my brother, Jim, thought it was when I told the story.

I do a pretty good job of checking my face for over long eye brows, chin and nose hairs. (Sorry, girls but when you reach my age - mid-fifties - estrogen dips allowing testosterone to be more active.) But my close range eyesight isn't what it used to be and I managed to miss a hair. While inspecting my face in a mirror that magnifies out the wazoo, I saw what I thought to be a long hair from my head on my neck. I tried brushing it toward the back but it wouldn't budge so I pulled at it. The one inch long hair was actually attached to my neck. How could I have missed that? I missed it because my eyesight isn't what it once was and it was baby fine; nearly invisible.

These incidents make me wonder if I will now have bad dreams about overly long toe nails and hairs growing out of my neck.

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