A Strange Dream

I had a rather strange dream last night of the high-anxiety variety.

Josh and I decided to snow climb a fourteener, so he came over then I drove us to some kind of sports equipment store downtown. After we'd been there awhile, I realized that I had forgotten to pack warm clothes for the trip (I was wearing sandals and shorts).

I left Josh at the store and told him I'd be back soon. As I drove home I got a call from my mom about how our office staff was planning to do some skydiving tomorrow and that it was a mandatory bonding event. I began panicking since that ruined my plans with Josh.

By this time the beautiful warm day had turned into a blizzard and the roads became very icy. At the Union/Dublin light I slid through the intersection when the light was red and almost had a wreck. A mile beyond that light I crashed into a snow drift and had to abandon my car.

I knew that Josh, meanwhile, was still at the store downtown waiting on me, so I pulled out my brand-new cell phone to call him. Every time I began punching in his number, the phone would fill in the remaining numbers automatically, yet the number always dialed up some Pakistani family.

So I was freezing in my sandals and shorts, trying to walk up Union to my house. After messing with my new phone some more I was able to call my dad, who grudgingly came and picked me up. This part was extremely out of character for him, because he said something like, "well, why can't you just walk home?" and I had to spend 10 minutes convincing him to come get me. Once I made it home I woke up.