What's it's like being alone
Well, day 1 is over and done with, and so far I haven't spent too much time curled up in a ball in a dark corner. Yesterday it was way too hot to do any curling up, so I and the neighbour went to our cardio class, and then Dexter and I watched Coronation St. and ate noodles and zucchini.
I am not sure if it was the heat or if he could tell that something was up, but Dexter was acting very strangely. I put the new bed I bought him in his crate, and when I went back into my room later in the evening, he had pulled the bed out of the crate to the middle of the room and was curled up inside the crate on the hard plastic floor. I am not sure if that's border collie for "I don't like the bed" or "I want to lie on something cool". I managed to coax him out of the crate and lie down on the bed, and tried to make it clear that it was a bed, and it was his bed, and I think he understood it. I will find out for sure when I get home tonight to see if the bed has been destroyed or not.
Later, just before bed, we went out for our last pee of the evening. There were two people sitting on the side porch of the building talking, and Dexter decided they were up to no good. He started growling softly (I don't think they could hear it, but I could), which he rarely does and always freaks me out, so I called him away from them and continued on our walk. He walked behind me, barking soft little woofs the whole way until I told him to go pee. Then he followed me back to the house, still woofing under his breath. When we got inside, he patrolled each room in the dark, then followed me into the bathroom where I was brushing my teeth, and curled up behind the toilet. I have no idea what all that is border collie for, but it was very strange. I managed to get him to come out of the bathroom with me and come to bed, but for the first half of the night, he refused to sleep on the bed or on his bed, and instead slept on the floor on my side of the bed. Sometime after midnight he crept onto Mike's pillow and fell asleep there.
Meanwhile, I was having a fairly fitful sleep interspersed with stress dreams. You know, the ones where you're back in high school for some unexplained reason and you realise you have an exam for a class you didn't even know you'd signed up for (French, in this case), and instead of writing the exam, you run around the campus trying to find the right person/administrator to get you out of having to write it in the first place?
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Dexter senses something's different. He's a smart little guy. And it sounds like he's guarding you.
I hate those dreams. I've had the "I'm back in high school" dream or "I'm back in university" dream way too many times to count.
Lately I've been stressing about the closet full of pre-pregnancy clothes that I have and still don't fit into a year later, and two nights ago I had a dream that Tim took me clothes shopping to Macy's but all I had to wear that fit was underwear and an oversized turqoise t-shirt. So there I was in the middle of the department store, running from rack to rack to try and hide the fact I had no pants on, while sending Tim out to scout for clothes. At one point, Tom Hanks showed up. I think because in my dream I was thinking about the movie "Splash" and how Darryl Hannah had found herself in a similar predicament. And I was thinking at least I had underwear and a t-shirt. And he started giving me and Tim tips for how to shop in public without pants on. It was weird.
Posted by: heather at August 2, 2006 12:41 PM
In my school dreams, which I still occasionally have, I am always late for class because I can't find my locker to get the right books.
Posted by: Dad at August 3, 2006 01:10 PM