I'm the kind of person who skips to the conversation when reading a book.
If someone is into dream interpretation, let me know what this means.
The other day I had to get up by 4 AM in order to leave by 4:30 AM for a swim meet that was over 2 hours away. I set my alarm before I went to bed.
I woke up at 5 AM. I looked at the clock and panicked. How would I call Coach Gretchen? I needed to tell her that I would be late! I didn’t have her cell number written down anywhere. Maybe it was in an email. My heart sunk. I knew I would never make it and she would wonder where I was.
When I went downstairs, there was a little white dog waiting at the bottom of the stairs. It had trashed my living room. There were ripped up pieces of paper everywhere and chewed-up clear plastic tubing (I have no idea where it came from or what it was for).
“Oh, yeah,” I said to the little white dog. “We’re dog-sitting, aren’t we?” But I couldn’t remember whose dog it was.
Then I remembered why I was down there. I must find Gretchen’s phone number. I must call Gretchen and tell her I wouldn’t be there until at least 7:30 AM. And she was counting on me to run the warm-up. It would be over by then.
I started rummaging through papers. When did my house turn into a hoarder’s house? There were papers everywhere. Tax papers. School papers. News papers. Junk mail. I couldn’t think where I kept the phone books. They wouldn’t have helped me anyway because I needed her cell phone.
“Mrs. Langdon?” I heard a girl’s voice. I looked up to see one of my swimmers, a very annoying one of my swimmers. She was holding a large math book. “Mrs. Langdon? Can you help me with my math?”
“Are you kidding?” I snapped at her. “I have to get to the swim meet!”
I went from room to room looking through papers but never finding what I needed. The swimmer followed me, holding her math book, asking me to help her.
I felt something on my knee. I looked down and saw a huge wasp. HUGE! I had to brush it off, but I was so panicked that it would sting me that I decided to shake my leg instead. I gave my leg a good hard shake and —
I woke up. The clock said 3:45 AM. I wasn’t late. I made it to the swim meet on time.
For real, this was my dream. And I felt that panicky feeling in my chest for most of the morning. What does it all mean?