Dialann - Snow day

Friday 7 January 2022

We got our first big snowstorm on a day when my car was in the shop because the engine wouldn't turn on, B had to be at work at 3 am and I had to be there before 6. M drove us both. The drive at 3 wasn't too bad as the snow was only just starting but by 5:30 it was very bad. We were skidding and slipping the entire way and barely made it up the first hump of Reed Road on Digital Hill. Michael was shattered by the time he got back home again. When he called to let me know he'd made it safely, he told me to let B know he wasn't up to making the trip at 11 to get him and then 2 for me, that he'd make just one trip for both at 2.

B kept working after 11. By 1 I could tell he was out of spoons and I went to the Front End Manager to ask if I could leave early. He was coming to ask if I wanted to go early because it was pretty dead - had been all morning - and others were coming in. I called the house phone, and it went to voice mail. I called M's cell twice and it went to voice mail. I started imagining that the stress had triggered a heart attack ... or maybe shoveling out the drive so he could leave. I suggested to B that we walk over to the car dealership to ask about my car and then see if they could give us a ride home. We did that - had to wait 15-20 minutes but one of the guys in the Service Dept. did give us a ride.

We got to the house just as M was pulling out of the drive.

I guess, writing this down, it wasn't too bad except in worrying. B called out for Saturday because ... he was still out of spoons and couldn't face going in. I'm not too sure about that but he's an adult and should be able to judge what he can and cannot tolerate.

After a short rest, I shoveled the front steps and scraped the layer of snow left by the snowblower off the drive. Then I fixed a pot pie for dinner.

Dream - Catholic school and magic girls

Catholic elementary school

Two girls on the playground at recess see the new girl in a corner crying and go over to her. They invite her to play with them. When the bell rings at the end of recess they are some distance away, over the salt pond and won't get back in time. The leader of the three takes the hands of the other two, tells them to close their eyes and imagine that they are very fast.

The new girl exclaims "I'm imagining that I have a jetpack on my back."
The other girl echoes this idea.
The three girls take off flying, zoom over the salt pond, across the playground, up the stairs, into the school and down the hall where a nun stops them and gives them detention for flying the in the hallways.

It was very different from flying in previous dreams. In those, I could feel the wind beneath my arms, feel it lifting me. I couldn't go very fast and I had to go where the wind blew.

This was propelled flight, with a push from the back and in control of direction and speed.