This is curious. You are probably reading this entry before the one below, which precedes it, and you may read after. Confused? Just wait. How's this for confusion. I had a dream in which I dreamed that I was awake having an adventure that I usually dream.
I had been fired from an university. Somewhat like UCLA, but probably inspired from my reading that a new University of California branch is opening in our town soon. I packed up some books and other odds and ends that were hard to carry took them out to my scooter. I was loading them onto my scooter and along came one of the residents of this old folks home, one who I wrote about as tending the roses.
She helped me load the books, but got me a bit confused because she wanted a ride on the scooter. I had some difficulty starting it. But I got it started, and started for home. But before long I found I was on the WRONG SCOOTER. This one had an engine, not an electric motor. I would have to turn back and get my scooter. Naturally, in a dream, you cannot just turn back, you get lost. After much difficulty I got back and found my scooter gone and an angry note from the owner of the motorized scooter in its place.
I started on for home, but somehow lost the motorized scooter and was trying to get back to the starting place in my wheel chair. I could not find familiar streets. I became exhausted and some kind, but excitable, people took me into their apartment. They offered me all kinds of help I could not use, but the help I needed, a telephone they were reluctant to offer. When I grabbed it anyway, it did not work.
I decided to start on in my wheelchair and that is when THE FLOOD CAME. Streets were flooded and passage was blocked in every direction. That's when I said, "This is just like that dream I often have of not being able to get home, except this is real."
Then the flood abated, and I woke up and realized my real adventure was a dream too.,
So why would I celebrate a crazy dream like that? To find out, you will have to read my next entry, below, that I have already written, first.
Life is worth living. Just hope I can remember it all.