Beneath the Wraps

This morning I dreamed I was in an institute class.   I was about 30 years younger and single.   Many of the students in my class were elderly women.   We were challenged to display something that would remind of us the lesson. I had five posters and selfishly planned on hanging all five and would not share them. (I think I probably missed the point of the lesson) When the class ended I had gone into the hall and toward the door that would lead me out to the parking lot.   I was digging through my purse in order to find my keys.   As I was not coming up with them, I decided to sit down and rummage through my purse believing it would be easier to go through.   Rather than a college or equivalent building, the seat I had chosen next to entrance /exit doors looked more like a lobby you would find in a hospital. As I was looking through my purse a number of guys appeared to ask me why I hadn ’ t been to class.   Evidently I had signed myself up for two...

             I had gone to bed early on Thursday. Really early.   I don’t know why I was so exhausted.   I wish I had been that worn out last night.   Perhaps I would have slept better. Yesterday I had awoken just after midnight and could not get back to sleep.   I left the room in hopes that watching TV would return me to slumberland.   Most every channel seemed to air infomercials and those that didn’t weren’t showing anything that interested me at that moment.   Thus I decided I would try Netflix.   I was told that the internet was out and a suggestion to check the cable.   What?   I was hoping to fall back asleep, not wake myself up to check chords – uh, no.   I don’t remember what it was that finally returned me to sleep.             It was a while later when I heard Roland get up, but I was determined to sleep in for as long.   That w...