A Dream?

    Nine-Thirty?!! I had to be at the jury pool at eight! Oh, this is a disaster; how did this happen? I couldn't see the clocks very well, they were frustratingly obscure, but someone with a cell phone informed me of the time. I was so distressed I was nearly panicking, and still in my pajamas. I recalled having dreamt of this exact situation, and I thought, but this is no dream; this is real! Well the first thing I have to do is find my juror form with the phone number, and call the courthouse. I found it, and now I needed a phone, and a room with some privacy, but the house was now filling up with a numerous cleaning crew; they were everywhere, brushing, mopping, shuffling papers and boxes. What? Why were they all here?  I finally found a quiet room with a landline phone, and now I realized I had mistakenly picked up a newspaper section back in that other room, instead of my juror form as I thought. Oh, jeez... I could see that there was no way I would be able to locate my form in all this confusion. Then I stopped to think; am I dreaming? Things are strange here; I can't read the clocks, the house is unfamiliar, it’s filled with rude strangers pushing here and there. These are all clues, but I have to be sure. I walked out the back door where there was a pond, and I tried flying across the pond. I flew across it. OK, I thought, with an incredible sense of relief. I can't actually fly, so now I know this is a dream. I felt so much relief I almost laughed in my sleep, and shortly afterwards, my alarm woke me up right on time.

    Snowing out, and jury service this morning.