The morning got off on a bad foot. Bob rushed out the door at 6:30 to catch the 6:40 bus. The free parking lot has been getting more and more crowded since the powers-that-be built the new parking garage, and it's been harder and harder to find parking places. I heard him leave, and then I went back to sleep. But then a little while later he came back! He sat on the edge of the bed and told me he couldn't find a parking place, even at 6:30, so he was going to have to drive in. Contractors can't get parking permits at the Pentagon, so he can only drive in 5 times a month, and he had already driven in once this month. I worried about the rest of the month, and also next month, as we will have the "perfect storm" of Nathan needing a minivan to drive to the community college 3 days a week, I'll be driving a minivan to Bethesda once or twice for appointments and non-stress tests, due to my geriatric age, lol, and so Bob will have to drive the big van. But if he can't even find a parking place on a Friday in August, what's going to happen??
So when I actually woke back up and got out of bed (which was 8:30, since Micah and Drew both cooperated beautifully and slept in as a nice little present for me), I was just feeling down. We went about our day, and eventually Bob called to check in. I told him I was glad he had made it in, but I just couldn't believe there were no parking places at 6:30, and what was he going to do? He was confused.
Bob: "Ummm, there were parking places at 6:30. I parked there."
Me: "You rode the bus in?!? But you came back home, and we talked about your not getting a parking place!"
Bob: "Noooo . . . "
It was SO vivid and real, though! And what a totally bizarre thing to dream about--a mundane conversation, where I used the words "perfect storm", relating to parking issues! Ha! I still can't believe it didn't actually happen.
The first 3 nights after we got back home from Boston, I had dreams about losing one of the kids or the diaper bag,or wrecking the van, and they were quite vivid and realistic as well. I didn't have any of those sorts of dream while we were actually in Boston (I was probably too tired to remember my dreams, lol), but once we got back somewhere safe, my mind went crazy while I was sleeping. But still, I woke up realizing they were just dreams! This whole thing this morning was so . . . normal . . . It definitely didn't seem like a dream! So Bob can drive in 4 more times this month if he has to. Whew!