Cleaning guilt and swimming
I had a dream, so I should probably file this under dreams as well…
I dreamed that it was morning, that I was at my house, and my dad was riding herd on me because I still wasn’t quite done packing. Which is true, because there’s a handful of straggling items at my house still, not to mention my cats.
But there were things that still needed to be cleaned out of the cupboard and thrown away, and my dad kept getting madder and madder at me because we were behind schedule.
I was also feeling guilty because there is a TON of trash out on the curb this morning, and I’ve been using my neighbors trash. So I was worried that the trash people weren’t going to pick up her trash, because there was so much. I’m pretty much guilty about this in waking life too, so there’s no mystery behind this either.
Then at some point, I was swimming with some kids, as a kid, in shallow water, and then we were questioned by some authority figure, maybe from a Navy ship.
But the water was warm.
And when I woke up, I kept hearing the Rolling Stones song “Mother’s Little Helper.” I think that’s what it’s called. Maybe because there’s something about it’s a drag getting old. I feel very old today. I’m sore from cleaning.
So, does anyone else wake up with songs in their heads?
I’ve had a lot of wilco tunes floating around my old noggin lately and I vividly remember waking up to a song by the band Giant years ago at Asbury College but that may have been the radio alarm. . . Remind me again just HOW you are transporting all of those cats from MI to CA?
I do, and its usually telling me something important. Its the emotional essence of whatever the dream was getting at, like the soundtrack in a movie. When I dream a song it sticks with me for days, so its kinda hard to ignore.