i don't dream electric sheep
I have started dreaming again. For the longest time I was not dreaming at all. When I don't dream odd things happen. I walk. I talk. Which might not be odd if I was awake. But I am not. I am asleep.
That is something most people won't notice. I am the only person who lives here and how would I even notice? I am asleep. As long as I stay indoors I am okay. The dogs won't tell. Mostly I do stay indoors. And once in a while wake up in odd places. But once in a while I also answer the phone.
Answering the phone in your sleep can make for real interesting conversations later. (I am told real interesting conversations at the time too.) You can tell the difference though. Awake Max is surly you woke her up. Asleep Max does not mind you woke her up because, well, you did not wake her up she is asleep still.
Most people are not sure what is going on, but know something is up. Aside from things I say not exactly making sense (no cracks about that not being unusual for me you wisenheimers), I am told it is the monotone. Asleep Max speaks very monotone. And sort of flat and echoey. One day someone really needs to record that. . . .
But I am dreaming again. A good thing. I wonder why I wasn't dreaming for so long. But not too hard. It is November and November in Seattle for me is dream month.
November in Seattle is cold and very gray. Winds blow leaves off fragile trees and cover the sidewalk pavement one day. Hard rain washes the leaves all away the next. The clocks changed and then got all confused. I think the computer because it got "shut down improperly" (read crashed) right around the time clocks changed decided to change the clock twice. Maybe three times. The verdict is still out on that. All I know is the computer kept changing the clock and I kept changing the clock and finally we ended up with this compromise that might be right but I have vague feelings of unease it might also not be right. Plus I did not change all the clocks at once so now I walk through rooms with clocks set to at least three time zones (all of which may not be in the United States) not quite sure what time it is unless I turn the television to Channel 15 and Law & Order is on. Then I am pretty sure it is 7 p.m. Unless they changed the time Law & Order airs. . . .
I would not be surprised. It is November.
November for me is all like a dream. Days and nights of dreams and no boundaries on time. And the light changes in November. I did not know before I came here what a difference the northern latitude would make to the sun. It is a very big difference. In November, night comes early and morning comes late. The whole city is in dusk. And I dream.
That Adams Girl
PS: I do not do this often -- okay pretty much never -- but drilling wild life sanctuaries for a 180 day supply of oil is not patriotic read this and write a letter.
