Sunday i woke up with a sore froat and the shivers.
My dream still fresh in my head was incredibly detailed and stupid.
It started with a car ride with my stepmom to go look at a temporary room for me to rent . We were in Michigan and I fell asleep on the ride. When we got to the house, it had recently snowed and I recall the smell of snow on pines and scooping up a fresh handful off one of the branches on the porch. The house was a big victorian place with lots of rooms and lots of levels.
There were a few tennants already living at the house, professionals about my age and they all had big dogs there were bins of dog toys in one of the living rooms. The lady who owned the house worked as a botanist for a seed company and worked on hybrids. One of the other tennants' dogs was a wolfhound mix. She was bigger than radar with a wavy chocolatey coat and blond eyebrows and beard. the house had a hot tub and sauna in a pine paneled outbuilding. I explained that i was planning to live part year there and part year here and commute with my job.
When we left, we walked through the lobby of a very posh hotel or clubhouse. There was a big grand piano in front of a curved credenza covered in plaques and awards. The pianist was playing songs form the score of 'The Music Man' loudly and at a fast tempo.
We started riding our bikes back to the car - to save time. I was riding through an unfamiliar city that became increasingly more urban and less bikeable. Turning left at a five-way intersection I was struck by an older brown car that did not yield. I wasn't badly hurt and walked my bike to the side of the street. The city was gloomy and dense, with fat people driving jazzy chairs on the sidewalk.
I realized that we were much further south - near Holland and wasn't sure why we had driven so far in the first place.
12/01/2009
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