Thursday, January 26th, 2012

I have this idea that dreams are a premonition of what it’s going to be like when you get old and start to disconnect from reality. A warning, really. You go walking around in public without any pants on, you do things that don’t make any sense but you pretend that it’s perfectly normal and you’ve done it that way all your life, you think you can fly. See what I mean?

I don’t remember much of the dream I was having just before I woke up this morning, just that, as I was having a conversation with My Darling B at the dinner table, I was pulling the teeth out of my head one by one with my fingers. I briefly examined the bloody roots of each one before dropping it on my plate, then reaching for the next one, and so on.

There’s no good reason to have a dream like that, except as a built-in inoculation to keep me from freaking out when I start to lose my mind. Deja vu will kick in and I’ll think, Oh, hey, I’ve been here before. It wasn’t so bad, and I’ll probably wake up soon. And by the time I realize I’m not going to wake up, my kids will have safely ensconced me in the old folks home, where I can sit by the window and quietly pull my teeth out.

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  1. 1 The Seanster said at 4:32 pm on January 26th, 2012:

    You assume that Timbo and I will actually put you in a home. I was thinking a pleasant road trip to Nunavut, in the Canadian, find a nice little ice floe (if any are still remaining at that point), and send you on your way…

  2. 2 The Seanster said at 4:32 pm on January 26th, 2012:

    Love ya, Pops. :)

  3. 3 The Seanster said at 4:32 pm on January 26th, 2012:

    *in the Canadian Arctic.