Stupid brain
Sep. 12th, 2007 07:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eveglassRight. So the last time Marc came in to town, I dreamed that his plane got caught in a severe hurricane / tornado storm.
This time, I dreamed that his second flight (of three) got diverted and didn't land in New York, but had to land early in Chicago. I spent the rest of the day scrambling to find flights for him to get back home, and there were several adventures involved, but the long and short of it was that he was at least 12 hours late. Like last time, there were just enough true elements to make me think it had actually happened, to the point where I nearly didn't get up when my alarm went off because, well, why bother if he's going to be 12 hours late.
Of course, he's not late, at least not yet. His plane didn't land in Chicago, and he never called me to say anything was amiss. So I'll be at the airport for 9:15, as planned, and hopefully he'll be at the terminal shortly thereafter.
Stupid brain, getting fixated on stuff. It doesn't help that I absolutely could not sleep well last night. I'd fall asleep for an hour or two, wake up for another half hour and try desperately to go back to bed, and repeat... all night.
But soon Marc will be home, and that'll make everything worth it. Now, to get dressed and eat breakfast.
This time, I dreamed that his second flight (of three) got diverted and didn't land in New York, but had to land early in Chicago. I spent the rest of the day scrambling to find flights for him to get back home, and there were several adventures involved, but the long and short of it was that he was at least 12 hours late. Like last time, there were just enough true elements to make me think it had actually happened, to the point where I nearly didn't get up when my alarm went off because, well, why bother if he's going to be 12 hours late.
Of course, he's not late, at least not yet. His plane didn't land in Chicago, and he never called me to say anything was amiss. So I'll be at the airport for 9:15, as planned, and hopefully he'll be at the terminal shortly thereafter.
Stupid brain, getting fixated on stuff. It doesn't help that I absolutely could not sleep well last night. I'd fall asleep for an hour or two, wake up for another half hour and try desperately to go back to bed, and repeat... all night.
But soon Marc will be home, and that'll make everything worth it. Now, to get dressed and eat breakfast.
