I had a horrible dream last night.
As I have been moving out of the land of sleep deprivation, in which I have dwelled for the past 2 years, I have started dreaming more and actually remembering my dreams.
The other night, I dreamt about eating a ham, mushroom and brie grilled sandwich. It was amazing. I think because I miss eating cheese so much, I made this sandwich in my dream an event. I laugh to think about it, even now.
But last night, I dreamt that we were robbed. Not at gunpoint or anything like that, but our property while we were sleeping. In my dream, I woke up and started my day as usual. While I was in the kitchen getting breakfast ready, Sawyer was at the front door, per usual, hanging out with her pjs on for the neighbourhood to see.
She said "Something is wrong with the red car and the black car." (we only have 2 cars, but she always makes this distinction.)
I went to the door and looked. All of the doors on the cars were wide open, along with the trunks. Stuff was piled on the lawn and the seats, neatly.
Just to interject- we have had this happen. From the time we moved in, to about 3 years ago, we would have our cars broken into regularly. At the time, we had a soft top Tracker, so I never left it locked, for fear that they would just cut the top to get in (and they are crazy expensive to replace.) I never left anything of value in the car, but they would regularly steal our CDs and the change I would leave in the ashtray for Timmies. In the beginning, they would empty the glove box and throw the papers everywhere. After a while, we either got a new, more considerate thief, or they just appreciated our making their efforts to steal easier, and they would neatly stack the papers from the glove box on the seat. The stealing seems to have stopped (we don't have a soft top anymore, so we regularly lock the cars at night- so maybe we just don't make it easy for them anymore)- I think the kids that did it, have just grown up and moved out of the neighbourhood. We also don't get egged or firecrackered anymore. Fingers crossed it keeps up.
Anyway, back to the dream. I went out and looked through the cars...they were completely empty. We don't keep much in them, but all of the kids "road" toys were gone, our reusable grocery bag collection, our blankets, everything. I started to get a funny feeling in my stomach. I went to the backyard.
Here my dream gets a little weird. I don't have sheds in my backyard. We did have one of those cheap aluminum ones at our old house, since we didn't have a garage. My mom and dad have one of the wooden types, that looks like a miniature barn. In my dream, both of those were in my backyard. I went to each one, and they were both completely empty. EMPTY. Everything was gone. In the dream, I started to cry.
Back to real life- I don't spend alot on outdoor equipment. My dad has tons of extras and has a knack for finding stuff I need. So my lawnmowers, shovels, picks, rakes, hoes, and even my snow blower has come from him and his findings. Everything has a story- he can tell me how long he has had it, where it came from, who had it before. The thought of all of this, and all of his work finding it, being gone scared me to death in the dream.
I was sobbing in the dream. I ran to the front and checked the garage- locked. Thank goodness. Then I saw the pry marks at the bottom of the door. Even though the handle was locked, I knew they had gotten in. Sure enough, when I lifted the door, up it came. And again...completely empty.
If you have ever seen my jampacked garage, you know what a shock it would be to see it completely empty.
I sat on the ground and put my head in my hands and cried and cried. I have no idea where Geoff and the kids were at this point. As I sat there, I looked over. There was a note and a weird looking brick. I picked up the brick- it was some kind of lock. The note said something about how this would be a better choice in the future. About how once everything was replaced- and he knew I would replace everything- he would be back to check. If I didn't have locks like this, or better, he would be helping himself again. It was so scary. I don't know how a note can be scary, but it was.
There was more to the dream. I found a key chain that I thought was a clue. Geoff at one point thought he knew who it was. Justin, my tattoo guy made an appearance and returned a pointsettia I had given him (I have never given him a pointsettia) that had grown to over 3 feet tall.
But the damage was done. As I woke up, the lingering sense of dread and fear was in me. First thing I did was come downstairs and look at the cars to make sure everything was ok. It was.
I don't know what this means. A sense of being robbed, or losing what is close to me. I dunno. A sense of invasion. Weird.
Anyway, time to get my day going. Just wanted to share.
Rosie N. Grey
The N stands for nightmare.