Bomb Scare

One night I woke up in my room in North Adams, frantic and confused. I had to find it quickly and get rid of it, or I'd die. I knew it was somewhere in my room, hidden, ticking away, any minute waiting to blow.

Ok - let me back up. When I get really hot when I'm sleeping, I have these super intense dreams. I'll wake up and be aware that I am awake, but I'll almost "hallucinate" - continuing to see what I was dreaming. I know it sounds like sleepwalking, but trust me, this is a horse of another color, because I'm well aware I am awake.

It's weird.

Anyway, I jumped out of bed and began looking around my room. In my sheets, throughout my dresser and other draws, on my desk. I was beginning to get worried because I was running out of time. I'm not really sure how I saw it, but something caught me and there it was - hanging off the side of my (then) ferrets' cage.

I grabbed it as quickly as I could, fumbling it, since I wasn't sure what to do with it. Running over to my window, I pried it open and chucked it out into mu front yard. Wooh - crisis everted. I laid down and soon fell back to sleep.

Two days later, I walked into the house from tennis practice and my mom greeted me and asked me about my day, etc (you know, the stuff moms do). But then, something weird happened, she said, "I need to talk to you about something." She then walked into the kitchen and returned with a pirate's head carved from a coconut, "why was this in the front yard?"

And JUST like that - it all clicked back into my mind.

I had one of those crazy dreams and there was no bomb, I simply thought my coconut head was one and pitched it out the window.

DOH!

Funny story?  I hope so.

Don't judge me too much - at this point, it's really out of my control.

Happy laughing at my expense!