Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

Ugh. Uncomfortable way to wake up.

I was either living in or visiting the house I grew up in (with a few changes, such as being larger, to make it a little more suitable to a movie-like dreamlook). My father was still alive. My sister lived in California but was visiting (except that her closets were filled as though she still lived in the house.) My sister was acting suspicious and I feared she was looking for any little thing to try to get me in trouble, but was still treating me as a person. I didn't see or think about her husband or child during the dream, which I noticed when I woke up. (I don't remember one way or the other regarding the presence of my brother's wife in the dream.) I was trying not to let my mother see the laundry I was doing, so I'm not sure whether I wasn't out as transgendered or was just trying to spare her from having to acknowledge it. There was some snooping involved that I can't recall the reasoning behind, and a bit of fast talk when my sister asked me a question I didn't want to answer (apparently I was already out to her). I couldn't figure out why all the clocks gave different times.

After offering to let my sister borrow any of my silk blouses to get her to stop bothering me about something, I was speaking to my father about something when I suddenly realized why the clocks differed: some were on California time, and it was actually noon, which meant I was late for my performance in Gaithersburg this Saturday. Realizing that threw me into a panic, looking for my kilt, trying to figure out how long it would take to get there, wondering how far away I would have to park ... and the stress of trying to figure out whether I could get from Bowie to Gaithersburg before the end of the concert, and the intensity of the "no no no this cannot be happening I must have read the clocks wrong please let it not really be noon after all" thoughts woke me up.

The dream was a disturbing mix of periods -- my father still being alive but my worrying about a current gig, modifications to the house that didn't fit timewise with other elements, the absence of my brother-in-law, clothes that I'm pretty sure I didn't own before coming out to my parents. And the whole bit about my sister having been in California -- I have no idea where that came from. Quite the dream-jumble.

So I woke up utterly convinced it was Saturday and that I was late. Seeing a clock that said 9:00 didn't help, because a third of the clocks in the dream had said 9:00 when it was noon. I was trying to figure out how long it would take me to get from Baltimore to Gaithersburg and how much time I had to get ready, before I finally realized that today is in fact Thursday, not Saturday. An uncomfortable way to face the morning. It probably didn't help that there was an errand I'd hoped to start before 9:00 today.

And if anyone's wondering, the concert on Saturday is at the Washingtonian Center in Gaithersburg, roughly 11:00 to 13:00 but actually starting whenever the St. Patrick's Day parade ends. Local folks, come on out and listen.