Best dream ever
Oct. 25th, 2025 06:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
noadvertising This night I rearranged my studio. In my dream, of course. With the help of my family. Not so sure about if this might happen. I mean, it's about work we are talking! The dream was very realistic- the people, the furnishing. The dust at the top of the cabinet. Then there were three burglars on the scene, wanting to rob me...now it got tricky, because there'd been nothing to take away save for a bit of drawing equipment and poor old Ashmael. I know I was fighting one of the burglars, because Ashmael held important data. Ashmael does so, indeed. Maybe less important but interesting. Juicy, mostly, because there are folders with old writing hubby would definitely think interesting. In came DiL 1, wielding a bunch of scallions to fight the invaders. One burglar stumbled, fell and got hurt. Two made it out of the house via bathroom window. DiL, a medic, put the last, hurt burglar into a bed in the hall and brought him soup. Nursed him, while I was going through the folders of valiant Ashmael, to find out if he had kept my secrets safe. Oh, I forgot about grandson bravely fighting all the spiders that came out into light, when we moved the guestbed to its new place. In a Halloween costum, wielding a real light sword. My question was- why were burglars so frightened by a bunch of scallions, when there was a real weapon nearby? And why was the one left in the bed so terribly afraid ot the cowboy pistol in my hand, found in one of the drawers, together with a cowboy outfit for carnival. One I did not fit in anymore, not even in my dream? But I remember old slides, when I wore such an outfit...
After so much nightly excitement both hubby and I totally overslept. I had a quick breakfast then started to clean the conservatory- again. I haven't even brought in the outdoor plants, yet found lots of new spider webs. Where's that darn grandchild with the light sword when one has need of them? Hubby screwed the artificial window on then was off to number two, to do janitor work. I was left with the house cleaning, which I begin to hate. Scrubbed the bathroom, prepared ingredients for the cake I needed in the afternoon. Had another phone call with sis. Now she needs Gucki back, because I sent her some slides my father has taken of her aeons ago- Gucki is a tiny slide-viewer. She will have to wait, I found another box I have to sort out first. Blessedly hubby found Halloween Leberkäse in the grocery shop, when he was on his way to number two, so no lunch cooking. I did not manage to knit a single stitch until then. Just when I was wiping the floors hubby came back, so the mudroom had to be wiped again- hubby never looks at the conditions of the floor he is stepping on.
We prepared lunch, the cake came out of the oven looking wobbly, even though it had been in almost twice as long as told in the recipe, and after lunch I was finally able to lie down. Stomachache is back, because I had taken painkillers. When in bed I noticed that my shoulder, this time the left one, had started acting up. I know now- crocheting irritates the right shoulder, knitting the left. When my friend arrived, we had creamy, very good Swedish cheese cake with apple sauce, then the two of us went to the conservatory and unravelled more of the cardigan. I was even able to knit quite a lot while gossipping. Friend left at seven, I went up to the studio but promptly made myself comfortable in my bed, hidden under the duvet- it was 17 degrees in the studio. Yes, it's cold outside. Maybe hubby should finally turn the heating on all day through...
After so much nightly excitement both hubby and I totally overslept. I had a quick breakfast then started to clean the conservatory- again. I haven't even brought in the outdoor plants, yet found lots of new spider webs. Where's that darn grandchild with the light sword when one has need of them? Hubby screwed the artificial window on then was off to number two, to do janitor work. I was left with the house cleaning, which I begin to hate. Scrubbed the bathroom, prepared ingredients for the cake I needed in the afternoon. Had another phone call with sis. Now she needs Gucki back, because I sent her some slides my father has taken of her aeons ago- Gucki is a tiny slide-viewer. She will have to wait, I found another box I have to sort out first. Blessedly hubby found Halloween Leberkäse in the grocery shop, when he was on his way to number two, so no lunch cooking. I did not manage to knit a single stitch until then. Just when I was wiping the floors hubby came back, so the mudroom had to be wiped again- hubby never looks at the conditions of the floor he is stepping on.
We prepared lunch, the cake came out of the oven looking wobbly, even though it had been in almost twice as long as told in the recipe, and after lunch I was finally able to lie down. Stomachache is back, because I had taken painkillers. When in bed I noticed that my shoulder, this time the left one, had started acting up. I know now- crocheting irritates the right shoulder, knitting the left. When my friend arrived, we had creamy, very good Swedish cheese cake with apple sauce, then the two of us went to the conservatory and unravelled more of the cardigan. I was even able to knit quite a lot while gossipping. Friend left at seven, I went up to the studio but promptly made myself comfortable in my bed, hidden under the duvet- it was 17 degrees in the studio. Yes, it's cold outside. Maybe hubby should finally turn the heating on all day through...
