In Triplicate

At about 5 this morning, I awakened to the sound of glass being rummaged through. I opened my eyes and tried to concentrate- is the sound coming from thieves rifling through my kitchen cabinets, or is someone stealing beer bottles out of my recycle bin by the curb for deposit money? I weighed my options- thought about the clarity of the sound, the proximity of my bedroom window to the curb, the likelihood that someone would want to steal serving ware consisting of 6 mismatched plates and 4 forks that I just wash over and over again by hand- and decided that someone was stealing beer bottles. I'm okay with that and decided to go back to sleep. Mis-take.

As I fell back to sleep, noises became amplified and meaningful. The sound of the furnace coming off and on suddenly had a story in my dreams. A story that included the washer and dryer being stolen from the basement. A story that included all of my landlady's possessions (that I promised to call 911 to protect if necessary) being stolen. In my dream I awakened to find police and my landlady's family members all over the place. They wanted to question me- had I heard anything? Why didn't I call the police when I heard things in the basement? The answer that I thought it was the furnace was really not going over well. In the end, the stress of it woke me up for real. I can't handle feeling guilty- not one bit. So, woke up, realized it was a dream, also realized that my ongoing alarm set for the daily 9 AM meeting had somehow changed itself to 8 AM to account for daylight savings time. Really Treo? A meeting scheduled for 9 AM everyday will now be at 8 to accommodate the farmers? I believe my "smartphone" to have been grossly overestimated.

So, bravely I fell back asleep. Stupidly rather. Because when I fell back asleep, I awakened back in my dream. The dream in which my landlady has been robbed blind and I have no way to wash clothes. Also featured in this dream is me living across the street from a lake. No idea why. So, due to the stressful events of the last dream, I decide to go sit by the lake in Tom's videogame rocking chair and watch the water ripple. Apparently I also decide to fall asleep. I awaken the next morning on the pier feeling tired and salty- saltwater lake? Who knows.- and walk back to my house. As I approach the front door, I realize that I don't have my keys. OH wait- no problem. I've left the door unlocked. Which was very handy when the robbers came back. That's right, I walk in to find almost everything gone. And I'm freaking out. Primarily because all of Tom's gaming systems are gone and he is going to be one unhappy duck. Plus I left his chair out by the lake, so that's probably gone now too. My couch is gone...my $25 thrift store coffee table is gone, but all my DVDs are still there. The dining table is gone, but the stereo is sitting there mocking me. Tom's Mac is gone, but my work laptop is still sitting right next to the Apple's former home. I was going to say that it was sitting by the Apple's imprint in the rug, but they stole the rug.

This version of reality again woke me from my slumber, mainly because after all these dreams I figured there had to be some reason I was having them. My assumption was that I probably had been robbed. So I dragged my butt out of bed and came downstairs. Primarily because I was afraid of falling back asleep. So now I'm sitting on my sofa, typing on Tom's Mac, with my feet on the coffee table.

Maybe it's harder to steal the couch in my dreams when I'm sleeping on it. I think I'm going to find out because I'm exhausted. Laters.