Dissecting an “Off” Day

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We looked at each other. Terror filled our eyes, yet oddly, we both still felt the strength of two women ready to fight. our way. OUT.

Knowing our last hour of life could quite possibly be near, my heart beat fast and loud as I tried to calmly review my options. I turned from my friend and then to our captor whose face was that of a everyday, unrecognizable madman.

I was trapped.
Kidnapped. Held hostage by… who? I didn’t know.
(It all had happened so fast.)

And now, here we were, my friend and I – stuck in this tiny box-of-a-room by a mad man who still wasn’t aware we had recognized his devious plan.

I slowly stepped back, trying not to let the panic outweigh my natural instincts.

I spied the small (but still large enough) window to my right. Do I dare?

Quickly, making my choice, I casually and silently edged opened the window, slipped out of its tight opening, leaving my friend behind and … RAN. As fast I could – down the dark and desolate street. AWAY.

Until suddenly
I was stopped
by distant words.

“Kate. Honey? Are you going to get up?” said the gentle voice of my husband.

A dream. It had all been … a dream? Well, more like a nightmare straight out of an opening scene of CSI (which coincidentally I had been watching the previous night prior to going to bed). It felt so real though.

And I knew
without a doubt
that I was not ready for the day ahead.

~

Last Wednesday, I straggled through my day – tired, cranky, low on patience, and feeling as if I was doing 10 million things yet accomplishing absolutely nothing. However, I couldn’t quite pin-point why my whole day felt off.

Again and again, I tried writing my weekly blog post here and nothing came to me. Everything I typed sounded inauthentic.

Finally, as the day inched towards its end, I chose to leave the noise of my husband, my kids and American Idol (obnoxiously blaring from the television). With my iPad in hand, I led my tired, cranky self up the stairs to type in the quiet confines of my bedroom.

It was only by sitting in the exact place I had woken up in, that I began to remember the dream I had risen to. And not until that moment did I also realize the impact the dream had on my day.

The imagination – is a powerful thing.

Tell me: Do you ever have a day that just doesn’t feel right, a day where you can’t reconcile what seems off? It’s been a while since I’ve woken to a nightmare. Maybe there really is such a thing as “waking up on the wrong side of the bed”?

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4 Responses to Dissecting an “Off” Day

  1. Justin says:

    Definitely. Occasionally I have dreams that linger. I tell myself that they’re “just dreams,” but it doesn’t seem to help… Really annoying that.

    • Kate F. says:

      Today I woke up to a night of restless dreams too (though not as bad as my nightmare last week). I have a feeling my body or subconscious is trying to tell me something. Hmm…

  2. Jo-Anne says:

    You know often my dreams are influenced by what I was watching before I went to bed………..
    Jo-Anne recently posted..Wits End

    • Kate F. says:

      The other thing I watched that night was the last 2 hours of the PBS Documentary titled: Makers about the role of women throughout history in America. My dream also had a clear feeling of the distinct bond I had with my friend who was trapped in the dream with me! Interesting!

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