You're Dreamin' Man!

I know it's boring to hear about other peoples' dreams but too bad, it's my blog and I'll record anything that comes to mind.  It's 8:30 a.m.  Bad night. Woke up at 2 (just to pee mind you) and then I tossed and turned until 4.  Maybe I slept in there sometimes; I probably did but I'm not sure. Must have been 5 & 6 when Miss Bladder decided she wanted to get up again. I'm not ready to stay up so back to bed.  Probably shouldn't have done that. Those early morning dreams can be so tiring.

I was back in Port Townsend. Where pretty much all my dreams take place and that's not hard to analyze. Love that town. Love it more for the way it used to be, though.  This morning I was on my bike.  Even though I quit riding back in 2013 after my fall (not from the bike) I still find myself pedaling a lot in dreamland.  And like dreams can be, I'm riding my bike into narrow places that would be a lot easier to maneuver if I'd just get off and walk!  When I do get off and walk, I carry the bike with me -- and we're going through skinny aisles of unknown houses and even through windows.

This morning I went downtown and it was pouring down rain. Every familiar curb down on Water Street that I used to just roll down and up again was too hard. The rain was up to my knees and when I got off to get down a curb, I would step in fresh black dirt. Dear God! What's that mean?!  ha ha

Last night I went to some restaurant that had a very narrow aisle and as I walked with my bike to see if I could find a place, I said hello to Anna Padia and Helen Plut.  People were complaining about my bike so I left and stopped at this other restaurant where the guy looked at me like I was homeless. I looked homeless. Hey! I know what that means.  I looked over his breakfast menu standing at the counter but the cheapest one was $17.99 and I wasn't paying that!  I left again and when I got to a curb, I couldn't get off because the water was real high and it had pink orchids floating on top.

I decided I needed to get home but I was already further down Water Street and I didn't want to carry my bike up the terrace and go home via Uptown so I opted to head back down Water. I had a hard time getting on my bike because it had turned into one of those cheap baby strollers that fold flat like an umbrella and I had to monkey with it a certain way to get it upright so I could climb on to pedal home.  And home was Kuhn Street.

Okay. That was what I recall. I'm obviously going through my life as I pack it up.  Now to finish my coffee, work the crossword, check the stupid PA paper, and head to the backroom and sort through boxes and boxes of stuff I was gonna keep until I died -- but now I'm thinking none of it is all that important. And it never was, I suppose.  Wonder how successful I'll be at setting aside items for sale.  I'll post pictures later. My way to preserve them.