I had one of those bad dreams the other night that woke me up from a sound sleep, made me sit up in bed and fill me with dread. You know the ones, where you aren't sure if it was real or a dream?
I have to preface this by mentioning we have some really annoying neighbors. The kind that will never, ever move and make me want to put a skunk in their basement.
Back to the dream. I shook Paco awake, in utter fear that I had just done something awful and not sure at all if I had or it was just a bad dream.
Me: "Please tell me I didn't just open our bedroom window and scream at Larry 'For God's sake, Larry, it's 7:15 Sunday morning. Stop throwing your empty beer bottles in your recycling bin. It's right underneath our window in case you hadn't noticed' and then slam the window down."
Paco: "No, I don't think you did. I think you dreamed that."
Me: "Are you sure? How can you be sure? Oh geez, I am so embarrassed."
Paco: "No, I was right here. You didn't scream at him."
Me: "Are you sure? You were asleep, too. How can you be sure?" (I am frantic).
Paco: "I'm sure you didn't say anything to him."
Me: "How do you know?"
Paco: "Well, for one thing, today is Friday."
I fell back onto my pillow, feeling foolish yet totally relieved. I probably need to explore why it is so important to me not to offend my neighbor while at the same time fighting the urge to put a skunk in his basement.